I call myself the Self Made Diabetic because I know that I had something to do this. In the last 46 years of my life, I’ve not taken care of myself, which caused this illness.
This morning Jean Valjean was in the bedroom watching a zoom funeral. He was sniffing and then laughing. It made me sad, and I immediately wanted a grilled cheese or piece of something fattening. I eat my emotions, for sure! I took a deep breath and went on with my regular lunch plan.
Lunch was left over casserole and some of the chicken from a few days ago.
I marinated chicken breasts and peppers in fresh lemon juice, tajin, garlic, and olive oil. We also finally finished the cauliflower broccoli au gratin.
My blood sugar average was a little higher today. I think it’s because my sleep was off a little bit last night. I did meet my liquid and meditation goal.
Tomorrow we are going to a happy hour with friends. I don’t know that I’ll meet my water goal. I don’t want to have to pee the whole evening. I will try, though.
I’m grateful that the basketball season is almost! Listen, sometimes you have stretch to find something. 🙂