Hangin' With Mr. Stabby

I've been using the blood tester I named Mr. Stabby. So far, I don't think I really have much of a problem with diabetes. If I just cut back on sweets and get my lazy butt off the couch more I'd be fine. My blood sugar was only over 200 once, after I'd had some goodies. Donuts or something. I'm on vacation this week and I thought it would be fun to have a sugarfest and see how high I could get it. The Man put his foot down. Apparently that's a Bad Idea.

I'm still going to make myself some yummy snacks, but I'm not going to go into a sugar coma doing it. The trick is to have a little piece of something extra special instead of a whole lot of something ordinary. I just have to decide what extra special treats I want. I'm going to go for the old fashioned cinnamon toast one day. Maybe I'll have that for breakfast tomorrow. I wonder how that is on wheat bread? Probably need extra cinnamon. I also want something drenched in honey, I just don't know what. Maybe an English muffin. Those are excellent with honey. Bagels not so much. The honey just rolls right off them. Biscuits rock with honey drizzled all inside.

Yes, believe it or not, I'm not dreaming about chocolate. Well, not completely. I think I'm going to get some chocolate ice cream. Something as full of chocolate as you can get. Chocolate chunks and fudge ripples. Just no coffee or mint. Marshmallow and nuts are fine, coffee and mint are not. But not a big bowl full of ice cream, just a small cone. Just one or two scoops, not five or six. Everything in moderation. Except crack or meth. Don't do drugs, they're bad, mkay.

I haven't forgotten about the get my butt off the couch part either. I'm planning on cleaning house this week. In the basement I have a workout gym and treadmill I want to start using again, but the basement is just such a depressing place with all the junk piled around. It's not as bad as it used to be, but it needs a good shaking out. I know I have boxes full of books down there lost in a sea of miscellaneous things we've accumulated and forgotten about. The basement could be really nice. It's got a pool table and hot tub and workout equipment. If it was just cleaned up it would be like going to a spa every time I go downstairs. Why would I want to sit on the couch and watch TV all day? I've got lots of CDs I never listen to just because I'm always sitting on my ass watching TV. If I was downstairs I'd play them. The Boomtown Rats, Simon and Garfunkle, 10,000 Maniacs, Violent Femmes, Planet P, Hank Williams, Georgia Satellites, Rush.

I could have a lot of fun downstairs. I could even write on my laptop downstairs. I'm trying to decide if I want to NANO in November. I'm in a writing funk, still tweaking Sassafras, plus stalled on the sequel. Taking a month off of both and writing something completely different might get the old noggin working. I could even blog downstairs. And read some of my long forgotten books. I don't even know what I have down there in those boxes. I've probably read half of them already, but that still leaves boxes full of books to read. Plus if I saved all those books I already read, I must want to read them again, right? I wouldn't just keep a book for no reason, would I?