"Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn" The palliative line from the Remembrance Day service often echoes as I contemplate the horde of pills that have appeared in a drawer which, twelve months ago was graced by the occasional box of Paracetamol tablets.
I decided, I still have a choice and to lie down and accept doesn't even get a look-in!
"I am ill," you cry! Well if it's type two diabetes, you are not THAT sick! So, to quote a horrible phrase that has floated unwanted across the Atlantic, 'man up'.
Don't eat rubbish, processed food needs to be viewed with a great deal of suspicion, look at the ingredients on the packaging and if the sugar content is too high, leave it on the shop shelf. Cook your own meals, if you live alone and remember, cooking is not opening a can and heating the gloop that comes out of it. It is a whole new world of ingredients cooking times, flavours, burned offerings (sometimes),taste sensations and saved money!
Buy a steamer, about thirty pounds and chuck the frying pan to the back of the cupboard for when you want to poach an egg (half an inch of water and a few drops of vinegar). Buy fresh ingredients; vegetables that you peel, prepare and cook taste so much better and al dente becomes the preferred option to canned mush. During your surfing get hold of the thirty page recipe book from Diabetes UK. or similar organisations.
Your plaintive cry makes you sound half-defeated already; there IS life after diabetes, you know!
