I host an internet radio show (the greatest) with my friends Mickey, J, and Ross. I have diabetes, they don’t. I write about my experiences in life, they don’t. Yet.
It’s easy to get complacent when you are trying to adhere to a new way of eating, or a new way of living. You are constantly assaulted by information, some wise, most silly, some outright ridiculous.
I have been told to go ahead and eat whatever, as long as it is the size of my fist. Really? Red Velvet Cake, soaked in egg yolks and rum and butter cream frosting, wrapped in a croissant? It’s the size of my fist, though!
I have been told to drink protein shakes, but I recently discovered they will straight up kill your ass dead, so I will certainly be avoiding those. Anybody want to buy 60 odd ‘Nilla and Chocolate Myoplex powder servings?
There are aisles of “diabetes” food. Funny, for a disease that is trying to “teach” you to eschew processed, chemically treated and generally modified (or “ruined”) food, an entire industry has leapt up, ready to fill our bellies with things that are not food.
Drink saccharine! That’s not food. Enjoy olestra! That’s not food. Have some flax! That’s not…
Oh.
It is?
Are you quite sure?
How… very.
I am most sad when I think the word, “beverage”.
For a guy who used to get his jollies drinking soft drinks, fruit juice, juiced vegetables, milk in all forms, shakes, mixed drinks, ales, ades, and the occasional sweet porter, it has taken some getting used to.
Water. Tea. Maybe coffee (some sites say it’s good, others say it’s bad, only the Moonies really know).
Take aspartame, saccharine, and sucralose out of that equation, and you are pretty much down to three wet things that enter your mouth. Hawt.
Of course, that allows me to branch out within tea. Spiced tea, Jasmine tea (hooray, Zuko), Earl Grey Tea, Citron Tea, Green Tea. Sort of a smorgasboard of leafy wet goodness, sure.
But you always have to be aware of the marketing, and the buck-making. I was at our local Flea Market buying some pecans or almonds or some sorta nut, and stumbled across -
I have LONG heard of the healing benefits of alfalfa (the American Indians called it “hay”)! And yes, at the bottom, the label on the closer bin is, “Male Magic”.
Thankfully, I live down the street from a proper tea shoppe, and thus have quite a few options ahead of me.
The doctor’s news was partly good during my appointment today. More on that tomorrow, I think. Need to finish analyzing my labs. Also landed some new medications!
Can you guess which ones? Hint, I was thrilled when the pharmacist, (the American Indians called them, “jerkwads”) announced the name of one medication out loud in front of three women. Proud moment for Nurse, you betcha!
Then again, she married me. The woman has no shame.
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