Change

I don't often find myself unwillingly caught up in strange situations any more. I've had enough experience in my life to recognize the warning signs.

And, having said that, I am noticing some kind of unsettling trends starting in my life.

In June my doctor diagnosed me with Type II Diabetes. I went home, took the pill every morning and looked at revamping my diet. My brother has lost two toes and has all sorts of other problems stemming from this disease. His quality of life is poor at the best.

That first month I cut out most carbs and spaced out my meals to four hours or so,  apart. I lost ten pounds and dropped my blood sugar from 176 to 94.

The next month I continued on and also replaced the chicken in my evening salad with baked chick peas. I lost ten more pounds.

This month I replaced my bacon with a veggie sausage. I still eat an egg and have butter on my toast, but my dreams are plagued with Agee's Mother's Tale and magazine articles about cows crying for their calves who are taken away from them.

Today I bought some almond butter to try on my toast, but the eggs and my yogurt blue cheese salad dressing linger on.  I'm pretty sure they will stay. In fact, I am betting on the fact that I will occasionally still eat meat, but I don't know . . .

It's getting harder.