Monday, June 23, 2014
“It is easier to change a man's religion than to change his diet.” ― Margaret Mead
Oh how true is the quote above, yet I had to change my diet. After successfully getting rid of my diabetes two years ago with medication and change of diet, I slowly but surely drifted back into the fast current that gave me diabetes in the first place. I had lost over a hundred pounds, changed my diet, and the doctor took me off the diabetes medication I had been on. Well, it only took me a year to put the weight back on, slowly but surely returned to my bad diet and wound up with diabetes again. This time, I went back on the medication, changed my diet back to what it had been (no ice cream, no white bread, oh check any diabetes website and you can see all the things I can no longer have). In six weeks, I have lost fifteen pounds, my diet is back where it belongs, my medication is working, and for the last twelve straight days, my blood sugar is normal as normal can be. The doctor was pleased and let me have a celebratory lunch in Musoma today—see picture at the right. Of course, I could only have half the chips (French fries to Americans), but the Coke Zero was cold and the chicken was wonderful. It is a proven fact that married men live longer than single ones—primarily because their wives make them go see the doctor. In my case, it was my wife, my son, and my driver, Shaban. They ganged up on me and bundled me off to the Coptic Hospital in Musoma for what I called a minor cough. Of course, it was bronchitis and I needed antibiotics, but thanks to a loving family and friends, I will live longer. The doctor went over my blood glucose record book for the past six weeks and was very pleased with my progress—hence the fried chicken lunch at the New Peninsula Hotel. I got to sit there and eat (no fast food here, a meal takes an hour to an hour and a half) while Shaban paid our Social Security bill, paid for our internet, ran some errands for John, and cashed a check for me at our bank. I did save him half my chips, so he ate a little, and I gave him enough extra money so that he could watch the World Cup at his house instead of having to be out late at night in a crowded little store watching with a hundred others, many of whom are drunk. We all won—except the U.S.A. which tied. The lunch you see pictured at the right cost all of $4.00 USD including the drinks. Not bad. On the trip back home, we passed a market day at Kiabakari, and you can see that picture on my Facebook post. John is much better having had his last injection on Saturday, and Karen’s gluten free diet has left her pretty much pain free. We have a guest from the U.S. coming for dinner tomorrow night, and we haven’t seen her in over a year, so that will be nice. John has a student coming to stay overnight while John teaches him computer stuff that I don’t understand. The student is very nice young man from Japan who is here in Tanzania via Sweden. He explained, but I must have been distracted because I still don’t know why he is here, but he is a very nice man. Just a typical Monday here in Lake Woebegone.