I started fighting this more than 35 years ago. Let's see; I was pregnant with Roy who is now 37, when I read about low blood sugar and recognized myself. That was when I did the first sugar-free week that changed my life.
That should have been the end of it, but it wasn't. It was only the first battle. I have become aware that, in the end, it's the sugar that will win.
I have refused to fight for three or four weeks now. I'm tired and slow, I ache in every joint and drag my left leg when I walk. But I'm just not up to another battle right now. I think about the plumbing project I've recently done, the wiring I've done in the past, things like that, and just shrug and say, "That was another person." Right now I care more about the brownies in the freezer than finishing the bookselves.
It's coming though. Sometime this week I'll climb back on my warhorse, and I'll fight the next battle. But I'm not sure that I'm going to win this one.