Homestretch

I am like that horse the dude ranches have. The one who breaks rank at the end of the trail and runs madly for the barn. The unlucky rider bouncing along, hanging on for dear life as his not so trusty mount heads for the oat bin.

It's not just dinner that draws me like iron filings to a magnet. Although I have to admit I sometimes count the minutes till it's time to eat. Anything I do that is nearing an end drains my patience and self control until I can barely withhold my need to finish up and get there.

I have been carefully watching what I eat since July. In August I began eliminating almost all sugar and salt and by September first I was also not eating meat. I do get some salt because it is in my one piece of toast, the pat of Irish butter and the chick peas when I can't find dry ones to cook myself, but I keep it below eight hundred mg. a day.

I only strayed a couple of times on two family members birthdays. Otherwise I have been a very conscientious consumer for over two months. Next Monday I have blood tests done and I am anxious to see how they compare with ones done in July of this year.

Suddenly it feels harder not to stray, or overeat for the first time. I don't know why that is because this is supposed to be a life style change. I have no intention of returning to my old habits again.

I will just be glad when I can see the numbers. (And I hope they are good.)