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PERSONAL, UNDILUTED VIEWS FROM TOM WINNIFRITH

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Diary of a diabetic day whatever + 1: still seething

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- Tom Winnifrith

I am now, once again, doing regular resting of my blood sugar levels. And after a break of a few days I am again taking my medication. Being by myself since Sunday lunchtime has assisted in a no alcohol diet and a meal schedule which is regular and healthy. I wonder could I spin out a diet based on two Greek Salads a day plus raw oats into a 30,000 word diet best-seller? Probably not.

But the damage done by the previous week and not taking my pills has been profound. I started this campaiagn against type 2 diabetes with an off the scale reading of 15.3. Before the arrival of "the family" I was scoring 7s and 8s in both of my twice daily readings. And heading lower and within sight of being "normal". Yesterday, my first full day back on the pills and with the right lifestyle choices I scored 12s and 13s. I started today at 11.9. I now have 10 days of "family time" here and back in the UK where I do not care who I offend: some things are more important than others. I am furious that three weeks of great work has been undone in such a short space of time.

It may upset all and sundry but I will eat alone during that time. I cannot seem to explain to the Mrs that communal eating since she arrived with her parents has involved wine on the table, over-ordrering of joint dishes and interminable waits for food - as others dither on their choices. When bread lies in front of me, this and the other stresses are just a suicide trip. If I had any self discipline I would not be in this mess right now. I don't. My bloods this morning are 11 point fucking nine. They were sub 8 and trending lower. All this stress is doing me no good at all.

A reader put it this way. You are invited out to a friend's house. His Mrs says that a massive Chinese takeaway has been ordered and will arrive in five minutes. You offend her by saying you cannot eat any of it. But you woud offend her more by barfing over her carpet in reaction to that meal before dropping down dead and sliding into the sick.

When I return here I have been thinking of buying a mountain bike and ditching the rented car. That would get me down to Kambos from the Greek Hovel, where I plan to stay on a camp bed, even in the event of a snake bite. And cutting myself off from the outside world and its temptations is what my body really needs more than anything.

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