It's Funny What You Don't Miss

i'll be the first to admit that i checked out the vending machine, every day, to see what treats lie in store. i was especially enamored with the dolly madison chocolate donuts and hostess apple pies. naturally, these were sugarfests, so it when i was first diagnosed as a type 2, i grieved for what i thought would be a lifelong craving for these types of sweets.

so the other day when i passed the vending machines and saw the chocolate-covered donuts, the kind i would have bought and scarfed at my desk six months ago, and didn't even give them a second thought, i got it. it's finally sunk in that i don't necessarily miss the stuff i used to eat all the time. but more importantly, i don't miss the bad food choices i made on a regular basis. and i sure as hell don't miss having my clothes be super tight. yay, i don't miss that at all.

so while this might sound like i'm some kind of food goody-goody, that ain't the truth. because i enjoyed half a nestle crunch bar when i got home. but i don't do it every day so it's not gonna kill me or mess up my numbers. i've finally gotten to a point where i know how much i should eat and more importantly what i should eat. as trite as it sounds, yes, it's all about moderation.

if you're thinking that the adorable one told me that everything would work out, that we would manage, and it wouldn't be the end of the world for me, you would be right.