New smart watch for diabetics, except carve it in blood.
— Neven Mrgan (@mrgan) May 5, 2014
How about you?
You need to lose weight.
No shit. Don’t tell me what I need to do, tell me how to do it.
Your A1C is 8.1. We need to get that down.
You’ve got a fatty liver.
We needed an ultrasound for you to figure that out?
Been thinking about only going to the doctor once a year with quarterly blood test results mailed to me. I know what needs to be done. I have to do it (or not). Why waste time and money if I don’t do the work that needs doing?
That gut belongs to Randy, who keeps it fed with cheeseburgers. He’s one of the Trailer Park Boys.
I totally would. Wrestling around in all those squeaky cheese curds and gravy? Awesome!
Don’t know what poutine is? From Wikipedia:
a common Canadian dish, originally from Quebec, made with french fries, topped with a light brown gravy-like sauce and cheese curds.
That sounds sexy, doesn’t it?
I was a total asshole to myself this morning. After getting my A1C, cholesterol, and full blood work, I went out and ate 2 bagels with cream cheese. Two!! Bill is an asshole!
Epic Meal Time has many great diabetic coma inducing meals. Here are two of my favorites.
The first, Meatza, actually isn’t “too bad,” though they could have used a lot more cheese.
Here’s the one that’ll drop you into a coma: Fast Food Lasagna (next level fast food usage)!
What’s your favorite meal that’ll put you into a diabetic coma? Comment below, my fellow sticky, sweet blood friends!
Sciatic nerve pain isn’t something to mess around with. It can be debilitating. Unlike the silence of diabetes, the sciatic nerve can be loud and proud. Yeah, I’ve got that issue too. Good news: it got me outside exercising, trying to walk it off.
Weighing yourself regularly in front of a loved one would probably shame you into working harder. I just weighed myself for the first time in months – and found 10 more pounds than I expected.
Is pizza the number one thing a diabetic misses in their diet? Yeah, probably so. Leave a comment below telling me what you miss the most.
I’m working on my own pizza poem, but here’s one while we wait for that.
A PIZZA THE SIZE OF THE SUN
By Jack Prelutsky
I’m making a pizza the size of the sun,
a pizza that’s sure to weigh more than a ton,
a pizza too massive to pick up and toss,
a pizza resplendent with oceans of sauce.
I’m topping my pizza with mountains of cheese,
with acres of peppers, pimentos, and peas,
with mushrooms, tomatoes, and sausage galore,
with every last olive they had at the store.
My pizza is sure to be one of a kind,
my pizza will leave other pizzas behind,
my pizza will be a delectable treat
that all who love pizza are welcome to eat.
The oven is hot, I believe it will take
a year and a half for my pizza to bake.
I hardly can wait till my pizza is done,
my wonderful pizza the size of the sun.
Gas stations have become processed corn stations: ethanol outside for your car and high-fructose corn syrup inside for you.
– Michael Pollan, Food Rules
Saturday has been the day to treat myself, especially before being diagnosed with diabetes. It started with a former girlfriend who had a little eating disorder. But that’s another story.
Here’s what I would have eaten on normal Saturday:
Not a lot of green leafy vegetables there.
Being a good boy who gets his gold star from the health professionals means my Saturday is going to be different. From the above list, I’ll eat
This is bullshit!
Having diabetes and living a single life is tough. I think. It's always been this way for me.
— Bill Hector Weye (@billweye) May 3, 2014
Doctor: Stop eating everything that gives you pleasure.
Me: What do I eat then?
Doctor: Everything that gives you absolutely no pleasure, times two.
Maybe we should try to create the love cloud together?
15 minutes on us!
Local horny girls
Pool & yacht season is near
$25,000 spring fever weekend
Happy holiday weekend William
Are you buying the answers Google is selling you?
Me: Hey, what are you up to?
Friend: You know, just trying to save the world.
Me: Dumb ass.
Driving down a highway last Summer, my car hood of popped open, smashing into the windshield and nearly ripping off its hinges. Luckily, no other cars were around and I was able to safely decelerate into the breakdown lane. Other than being shook-up, I was fine.
According to the auto body mechanic, the hood latch and its safety catch had a catastrophic failure. In his opinion, it wasn’t the fault of the oil change people who opened the hood the week before. The 2001 Chevy Prism was showing its age.
The other news the auto body mechanic gave me: the bill for repairs to the hood, fenders, latch, and windshield was going to be $2100.
Two months before the accident, trying to save money insuring a car that was more than a decade old and long since paid off, I stopped carrying comprehensive insurance. That sliced my car insurance bill in half, but also meant I’d be paying for this accident entirely out of pocket.
But I didn’t kick myself over the decision to reduce the insurance coverage. It was the right decision, given the circumstances and the information I had. Right decision, bad outcome.
Many lessons in poker play are also useful in life. Since I started playing poker, being aware of “results-oriented thinking” has helped immensely in my everyday life. The stress of worrying about bad things happening is reduced because I’m focused on making good decisions.
Results-oriented thinking is when you stop using logical analysis for decision making — information, deduction — and make decisions based simply on possible outcomes.
In poker, for example, holding AK suited and investing half your stack in a pot, only to fold to a weak bet on the river, is probably results oriented play. Or folding your button to a raise while holding a medium pair and a small stack, is probably results oriented thinking.
If we’re getting smarter — using stronger logic and better information — over time our decisions are going to be better. Correct decisions don’t always work out, but when they don’t it still feels great to know you’ve done your best and aren’t living scared worrying about bad outcomes.
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What we really need, though, are good bodegas, built in areas where people walk or would walk, but bodegas that carry more than milk and eggs, that devote more of their space to broccoli and less to beer.