Lazybones
Things have been kind of lazy lately. Okay, I’ll be honest. I’ve been lazy.
The past thirty days have been a mixed bag. Writing hasn’t picked up since about this time last month. My glucose numbers have been higher than I’d like. Instead of decreasing my game time as I’d planned in January, it has seemingly increased. Work has been stressful and I’ve had some setbacks there. But, on the upside I’ve had a little more time outside the apartment than usual. While I’ve been involved in more games, they happens at wider intervals. I’ve met new people. I’ve been enjoying things over all and vacation time is almost here! Life is not a solitary exercise to be lived in hermitage. A famous writer once wrote that ‘moderation was for monks.’
I’m hoping to take the good and trend it upward, while correcting the bad and minimalizing it. It sounds obvious, but sometimes the obvious has a way of making itself incredibly difficult to do. But, now is the time to do it. May is a great time of recharge for me. My wheels start spinning mentally, emotionally and physically. The sun means good tidings. An end to winter brings about new life and I begin to see things a little more on the sunny side. I’m counting on a little of that magic today. I need to get out of lazy mode and into production mode.
At 163 blood sugar and counting, maybe I get it, maybe I don’t. There’s a little more than four hours ’til go time (four long, hungry hours). But I can’t change the past. Today may be the day I face the music.
In aggregate, the music ain’t so bad. If I compile my diabetic sugars over the past nine months… I’m a little higher than what I should be. Not good. But not so bad. When I take a sample of the past five months… not so great. WAY higher.
See what I mean about Winter? It’s time to shake off the sloth of the cold months. It’s now warm enough for me to be out and about in the morning, walking the complex and starting my metabolism a little earlier. It’s time to start the evening walks too. The sun is out longer. Long enough that I’ve no excuse not to.
Well, the day’s getting around to coming into it’s own. Time to get back on the horse.