When I was in my early thirties, I underwent a glucose test that revealed hypoglycemia...in those days I was very thin, and learned from the doctor that treated me then that I was malnurished. So for a year I was monitored very closely by this wonderful doctor and learned how to feed myself properly, and in time the awful symptoms of hypoglycemia started to vanish....I was warned then that due to family diabetes on my dad's side, I would have to be careful, to be disciplined...Today I'm 48, going on 49 on June 3 this year, and I came to a big awekaning. I have been like an alcoolic when it comes to my discipline with sweets and carbs...so, this year, after a long battle with weight control and a general slugish feeling, I have realised that, specially at the office, I had this unconsciousness about my hand going into jelly beans bowls, and muffin trays, and tipbits, and what not, all those neat treats left on reception desks, at colleagues desks, after meetings on kitchenette counters...yes, I came to awaken to this naughty little blindness to an innocent gesture, a hand graciously picking up "just a small bite", then another, and another. I would wonder about those mysterious hung-over morning feelings...HA! Its been going on for too long...So, I took a grip on myself and decided to stop this nonesense that will eventually lead me to what I dread most...sickness!!!!! Weight that stalls there or rises...

For the last two months I had a contract at a place with daily goody trails all over the place...Determined to succeed in mastering the addiction that keeps bringing back two steps each time a make one step forward...For two months, each time I would walk by the goody trail, I would firmly inwardly say NO! and at times I would say it real loud "NO!" which made people laugh out loud, but gave me the required discipline to walk away...I would pretend I hated the stuff and couldn't care less...and guess what! DID MASTER THE HAND THAT STRETCHES GRACIOUSLY FOR ONE LITTLE BITE!!!!!

So, all this to say I'm glad to join in this countdown...If for two months I could say no to a sweet nothing that becomes physical discomfort and inches more on my waist, well I can do the rest and live the rest of my life on the low carb regime I was meant to follow all along...

Hang in there everyone, we can do it, one meal at a time...