I went to my doctor this morning, for my 3 month check up. Being diabetic, it's just a fact of life that I've grown used to. But these next 3 months will be a determining factor for me. I need to lose weight. I need to stick to an exercise program. I need to monitor my eating habits. I need to check my sugar more often. I need to get my A1C below 7. I am very close.
So here I go. I told the doc I would bust butt before my next appointment. I need to. My father had complications with being diabetic, I don't want to go through what he did.
Awhile ago, I started a blog on my weight loss, and wanted to see if anyone wanted to join in. I quit the blog after a week, a pride thing I guess. Well I'm doing it again. Over the next couple days I am going to set up my blog. If you would like to join me, offer any tips you can, or just pop in for a word of encouragement, it would be great. I need to do this for my health, I need to do this for my life. Anyone with me?
Blessings,
Laurie
Today, Ken and I took a little trip up the shoreline of Lake Huron, to one of my favorite little towns, Lexington. There is a store there, the General Store, that is out of the 1800's. The buildings in this block are all over a century old, and house the most unique little shops, including this one. The original wood floors creek under your feet, the old penny candy counter is a treat, and the finds in here are incredible. So you'll understand how disappointed I was to see a sign on the door "closed due to illness, will re-open February 4th."
See the window on the second floor? Even the upstairs is full of so many great finds.
So we ate lunch next door at Wimpy's Place. This is a Lexington institution! A little greasy spoon, the waitress takes your order, then cooks it on the grill in the same room as the booths. There's a treat! No plastic gloves here, bare hands prepare all your food, fix them on your plate and rearrange your frenchfries. But hey, the food is great! It put me in mind of a restaurant in our town called "Sam and Joes." It was a greasy spoon, specializing in coney dogs. Sam was this big burly guy, and when you ordered your hot dogs you'd watch him line the hot dogs in their buns, up his hairy, sweaty arm. Then he'd slop the chili, onions, and mustard on each, traveling from the top dog on down. Nowadays, we'd be mortified! But you couldn't get a better coney dog anywhere! At least at Wimpy's you see the cook wash her hands first!
