I know that food is my downfall. I know that food is the cause of most of my diabetes management woes. I know that I need to know more about food.
I know that the Glycemic Index is a pretty important aspect of food. It is a measurement of how fast certain foods raise blood sugar.
David Mendosa has been talking about the glycemic index for a very long time, and I’m sure that he is where I first heard of it. David has written about diabetes for about as long as I can remember reading about it. I view his information as very credible and well researched, and I urge all of you to take a look at his website and to subscribe to his blog.
About a month ago I caught a burst of health related motivation. I rushed off to the bookstore determined to pick up a book on the glycemic index. I wanted to learn all that I could about this important measurement about food.
As usual, I was so juiced up and excited to learn, I didn’t buy ONE book, but rather three or four. Rather than doing the smart thing, spending a bit of cash and buying a single book to see whether it was useful to me, I spent a bunch of cash and bought a bunch of books. I’m really good at not being smart about stuff when I get excited about it.
You know how much of the first book I’ve read so far? About twenty pages. And it has been painful. I can’t get into the book, but that is no fault of the book. I just don’t want to know. I’m not motivated to keep reading.
I’m trying my damnedest to ignore the fact that I need to change my food ways.
I can finish a huge computer book in a single weekend. I can polish off a book about kayaking or geocaching in a few days. I can read a novel at bedtime, little by little, and find that it keeps me up later than I should be up. Books that suck me in and don’t let me put it down.
A good book about helping me change my dietary habits – my brain just refuses to get into it.
I am so completely amazed at the depth of my food issues. This is one fight that I am having real trouble fighting.
I would rather ignore the problem altogether and have some Doritos. What good comes from rebellion of this sort? None! So why is it so hard to stop?