The other part of "the problem"

In addition to being a prolific taster of baked goods, apparently I am the only one of my cousins who has inherited two grandparents' diabetic tendencies. For the past week, I have been having a swelling feeling in my left bicep. Google "numbness and tingling in left arm" and one of the results is something to do with diabetes

Therefore, the tone of this nascent blog is going to change.

I have no intention of going calmly into that nightmare. I don't mind getting older, but I want my vision, my limbs and my heart for as long as possible.

Going to do something I've never done before. Practice restraint.

Man up and have some self-discipline. Yes, baked goodies have always been my mood-enhancing drug of choice and a huge weakness, but something has got to change.

My uncle and grandfather and grandmother died too early of diabetic complications.

I used to wonder, how in the heck they could do that to the family. We loved them so much and they died because of food? I never forgave them for that and never understood when I was a slim teen. Now I'm following in their footsteps.

Gotta stop.