This morning, I finally built up the courage to face my weighing scales and blood glucose meter. I have been ignoring both for months and I am concerned that they will get their own back at me now.
My fears are realized.
I weigh in at 102kg and my fasting blood glucose is 238mg/dl (13,3 mmol/l)
Ouch!
I am stunned! I was expecting things to be bad but not this bad.
I momentarily think about telling my wife but soon decide against it. I will only make her worried and I am not sure that I will like what I will see reflected in her eyes. She can be a very harsh mirror to look into sometimes!
I am doing such a good job of being critical of myself at the moment that I do not think I need anyone else to contribute.
I decide to go for a walk to clear my thoughts.
I have been meaning to start on my morning walks anyway and the exercise will at least be a small step in the right direction in trying to get things under control.
At first I am oblivious to my surroundings, walking mechanically, deep in self loathing and worry.
I know I got things under control before so surely if I do the same things again, diet, exercise, keep carbs down, I will be ok again.
But what if I am not able to this time. Diabetes is supposed to be a degenerative disease after all. Should I go to see my doctor?
I quickly decide to ignore these thoughts. Not because my diabetes may not have got worse. It may have. But I decide that before I start worrying about that I need to first try doing my part in getting it under control and if that does not work then start worrying about the deterioration.
I decide that I do not want to see my doctor just yet.
Not just because I am embarrassed to do so; he did call me a model patient last time we met; but more because I suspect he will respond by putting me on increased medication and I only want that as a last resort.
I will give myself a month of diet and exercise first and if things do not improve then I will go to see him.
I then start worrying about what it is in me that allows me to get complacent and to gradually abandon healthy habits for self-destructive ones.
I decide that this is a worry for another day. I first need to get myself on the wagon before worrying that I might fall off it again!
I start to feel better.
The exercise is having the desired effect and I start to relax both mentally and physically.
I start to be more aware of my surroundings and of other people walking along with me.
A "good morning" exchanged with some neighbors is surprisingly and reassuringly comforting.
They are right!
It is a good morning.
Bright sunshine, birds singing,even some flowers blooming. After the harsh heat of summer, some plants are exploiting the cooler weather to flower again.

(Spider lily in my garden this morning)
Life goes on and It is up to us to grasp it, learn from our mistakes and move on.
I finish my walk feeling a lot happier and in a much more positive frame of mind than I started it.
I decide to recheck my glucose level: 180 mg/dl (10 mmol/l). Not good but better!
Hopefully, I will soon be able to get this down to near the 100mg mark again.
No doubt it will be a challenge but I feel up to it!
Pavlos