Sorry I've been away for a while -- just trying to get in the groove of our new diabetes-and-hyperlipidemia lifestyle, focusing on training Chris in the ways of the healthy eater, spending as much time as a family as we can. Everything's going well, one week in. I'm proud of Chris, truly. He's taking this seriously, writing down every morsel he eats, going for walks outside (we went out at 7pm one night this week, all three of us bundled up, and played a game of Eye Spy with our maglight -- really fun) or inside on the treadmill when it's mega-cold out.
He seems like a new man, and I can't believe we didn't recognize all the signs and indications that he was sick. I mean, it's possible he's been full-blown diabetic since about last spring -- which would explain many of the things about his attitude and lifestyle that have been really frustrating to me this past year. Hindsight is 20-20, I know, but I'm hoping that now, as he finally discovers what it feels like to be healthy, he will pay attention, be more vigilant, and be more diligent in the years to come.
I know the really hard work lies ahead, when he gets his true appetite back or goes back to work full-time and his buddies order the 5-lb cheesesteaks from the joint up the road. But I'm confident that he's committed to this, that he will work hard so he can be part of our lives for a long, long time. He has to be -- both committed and in our lives for a long, long time -- because I don't want to imagine my world without him in it.