I’m trying to determine what my blog is, exactly. I want to do something to make a difference. I’m trying to do that in some of my more devotional-ish posts. My post today is different, but still meaningful to me, and I hope to someone else out there as well. This post came to me as a result of fixing my breakfast of natural peanut butter and sugar free cherry preserves on bread. Honest!
I’m sure someone else out there knows of this phenomenon, but I got the one knife that’s actually different than the others in the drawer and far surpasses them in quality… at least as much as any butter knife can do this. It was early, pre-coffee, so without really thinking I used my movie-voice (you know, the one that’s whispery with imaginary reverb and echo, and done with a terrible English accent) and touted this blade as “Excalibur!!”
Now that in itself is, quite honestly, pretty sad. It also merits WordPress emailing me to inform me I’ve been stripped of all blogging privileges. But it doesn’t end there… thank goodness! I’m sure some of you who know me may know that I am a type 2 diabetic. Yesterday, and for the past two weeks now, I’ve been on a mission. After running away from the truth and letting my training, weight, and consequently my blood sugar get away from me, I have gotten back into running (a sport I enjoy even though I’m pretty slow) and I’m starting to really care about the things I eat. I’ve seen the ugly beast that this disease of diabetes is. I’ve seen what it has done to my dad and it scares me. I’ve had to realize that this is not the road I want to go down. I’ve seen what it can do to me, falling asleep behind the wheel after indulging on some sugary stuff… with my wife and kids in the car. I’ve been making some changes. That brings us to this post. I ran yesterday. 2.5 miles. It’s just a short run for most people but a long one at this stage in the game for myself. During the run, I laughed at myself for the “Excalibur” incident, but then I realized something:
Diabetes (and the host of things that go along with it, are exacerbated by it, etc) is like a dragon that I’m trying to slay. I can’t kill the whole beast at one time, especially not with a butter knife- even a good one. It’s scales are thick and it’s skin is tough. The diabetes dragon is a formidable and stubborn foe. It will take all the determination, will-power, tenacity, support, and stubborness of my own to keep it at bay. With each needle prick, I hope to subdue the dragon and keep it from breathing its deadly fire.
This morning the dragon cried out for a change… my blood sugar was down!
Until next time!