Doctor's Orders

The sudden smell of a fresh piece of paper and I think Fall. It will all happen in the Fall. It’s not that I want everything to be pumpkin spiced, it’s that my summer has been hijacked in a way. Diabetes runs deep in my family. Both of my parents have it. My aunt and grandfather died from it. Recently, my mother’s been put on dialysis because of it. It’s a very scary thought. Because I have not been taking the proper care of myself in the last few years, my doctor has placed me on a low carb diet. I can have a cheeseburger but without the bun. Pastas will be made with zucchini instead of noodles. No pizza, no sushi, no sodas, and above all, no cake. Most fruit is high in carbs. There will be no going out to eat because restaurants pile on the sugar and salt. In a way, it’s a good thing and needed to happen. I am getting older. I just keep thinking; things will get better in the fall. I will be more fit and occasionally can indulge in the foods I love, but only if I do what I am supposed to do for the next three months. The next piece of cake I eat will be on my birthday. The next piece of sushi will be on Ian’s birthday. This is the downside to the American diet.