Tonight is the girls night dinner.  Part of our eat the world adventure, we’re going for Persian. And I’m looking forward to it.

I’ve been indulging quite a bit these last few days. The Holidays are only to blame in part.  You see, I’ve also just been diagnosed as Insulin Resistant and pre-diabetic.  Thankfully, it appears to be a mild case of insulin resistance, and my doctor is of the mindset that we treat without medicine if possible. So once the holidays, and all their associated obligations, are over I’m starting a carefully regimented diet and exercise program for three months.  Our hope is that this gets the insulin resistance under control and is something that I can adopt going forward, that we avoid drugs to treat.

I’m in favor of this.  Most of the eating will not be difficult. I already follow many of the guidelines when I’m in my normal routine.

But. There’s always a but.  I HATE to exercise. Well, that’s not completely accurate.  I like the actual exercise, and I like how I feel when I’m done. But when I’m faced with a choice of doing nearly anything else and exercising, well, nearly anything else nearly always wins. For a number of reasons. Some of them are even GOOD reasons.   Come next week, that is going to have to change.

When I write “Gym” on my calendar (yes, I’m old school like that. I like paper calendars. I track everything on paper and electronically. That’s another post) I’m going to have to treat it like it is a client meeting. Something I actually must show up for and deliver.  And although I’ll be dragged into it kicking and screaming, I know I’ll be very grateful, if in the end, it keeps me from being dependent on medicine for the rest of my life.

So, here’s to hoping I find some exercise I adore doing.  And that I can balance eating my healthy meals with lunches out with the guys in the office.  Everything in balance, yes?