of this over the years but it beats making oatmeal when I'm tired) and
coffee
Snack: Some peppered sausage slices, some cheddar cheese (sliced) on
Ritz Crackers with stolen yellow mustard ("borrowed" from a bottle a
co-worker had labeled with his initials and put in the the office refer
- sorry 'bout that TW!)
Lunch: bacon samwhich made from the bacon left over from my wife's
breakfast yesterday and water...
NOTE: this is not your average foodies' self-absorbed food blog; it is
the foodie blow of a type 2 diabetic who is gradually losing the war
with sugar. Years ago, before I was diagnosed, I used to sneer at my
youngest brother (a type 1) for his problems with blood sugar. I said
"I would never have problems with controlling my blood sugar". Well,
God or genetics or simply my mindset has conspired to show me the error
of my ways! Anyway, my family MD has started talking about putting me
on an injectable drug ("Lizard Spit") and I am insisting on pills!
Pills don't hurt when they go down, I'm not punching a hole in my skin,
which means forgoing the opportunity for an infection (yeah!) and did I
mention? pills don't hurt going down buy I know how stabbing myself does
(a little) and I've seen how it hurts to inject a fluid into one's self...)
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