The Fatted Calf…
There's a passage in the Bible; it's in Luke(what a way to find myself)and it's about Jesus' parable of the prodigal son. In that parable there's mention of bringing hither the fatted calf as the man's son has come home from being lost. Well, existential of the parable…the new year is here, and I'm stuffed beyond recognition. First the bang of a new year that put a couple pounds on me…and now each month it seems there is something to celebrate…and I'm feeding my diabetes with treats like a crack addict fresh out of rehab. Jesus! Excuse the inference…but my FBG has shot up 20 points. I'm in full fell-off-the-wagon mode, folks! I AM the fatted calf.
Wasn't like this last year. Last year I was still a bit in fear of this thing. I was the poster advocate for diabetes management. When the holidays came, i was so in control I went out of control on a justified mission to being a new year resolution non diabetic. I've put on 10 pounds. Sheesh…I don't think I ever treated anyone that good. I'm plump with good tidings.
So…what to do now that I'm starting to grunt when I pick up something off the floor that I've dropped? Exactly! Ride the rest of the month out like a trooper and then hit the confessional New Year's in March/April for absolution. It's the Christian thing to do.
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