This is a new post.

Just thought I'd remind you all what a new post out here looks like.

This would be it.

I'll get back on the diet soon. March has been a bite in the ass and I don't expect better from April. Come May, things will calm back down and I'll have nothing better to do than diet, get on the treadmill and diet. (That's right - I'll double up on the dieting!) I have a doctor's appointment first week of May - she will be unhappy with me, but I don't know how else to handle things right now.

The weight above is accurate as of Monday. I've put back a few I lost. Considering how I have been eating, I'm shocked it's not more. I'll keep updating my weight.

All things will be better in May. Well, not all things I guess, but I will get back on the diet.

"On" by Accident.

Seems like I've said this phrase a lot recently: I didn't plan to be here, I tripped and this is where I landed.

For breakfast I had three pieces of bacon. Later, I had a bar. Then, I looked up and it was 3:45. So, I had another bar and some nuts.

Dinner was two chicken breasts that I grilled up with just garlic powder and Ms. Dash - the skin was on and I grilled them just about perfectly. They were only a little dry. I had a salad with that and by passed an offer of Girl Scout Cookies.

I might have some canned fruit before bed. Either way, I didn't go get the Reese's Peanut Butter Bunny that I thought about getting earlier today.

Sounds pretty good now ... :)

What the Doc said ...

So, it's been a week since I've written. Been a wild ride, lots going on.

I haven't been terribly "on" - my diet has been the last thing on my mind. My wife and I are finally out of the closet about our divorce. We've spent most of the last week getting apartments and pulling apart our finances.

Saw the doctor Friday. Before I went, I checked my sugga, 114 - the lowest I'd seen. My weight was 487. The doctor took my blood, my sugga was 78 - the lowest I have ever seen in the four plus years I've been measuring. However, my A1C was 8.3. The doc said she likes to see her diabetic patients around a 7. No shock, my sugga has been falling, but it's taken its own sweet time. So, she is putting me on Januvia as well as my other meds.

She joked that she has seen some weight loss with this drug, she hoped I wouldn't mind. My doc is a card!

Steph is letting me keep the treadmill - her apartment complex has a gym that looks like a mini-Bally's. Good news for both of us.

I'll get back on hardcore soon. Between the time we are spending with this "reorg" of our lives and the emotional eating opportunities, the diet is taking a back seat.

Flailing

I was a bad boy this weekend, and I paid for it. I managed to put on 5 pounds with three days of cheating and my blood sugar was 174 on Monday.

I've been good since.

But, tonight all I wanted was to bury myself in food. Today was quite possibly the worst day I've had at work in months, and that's saying something. When your new manager tells you that "maybe this isn't the place for you" and you have had nothing but problems finding another job before the economy tanked - well, all I wanted to do was crawl in the corner.

I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring. Suddenly my diet is the last thing on my mind.

I'm going to bed now.