Brigitte and I just have to manage our food. She's had diabetes for years but now i've been diagnosed. It's not terminal, but my blood sugar is really high sometimes.
My appetite is low but I love very high-fat foods, like cream sauces, bacon, sausages, smoked meat and so forth, probably because I eat so little.
Brigitte constantly upbraids me for not eating three times a day, regularly, or my not being able to finish meals.
I mean, my main habit is to get really hungry at 4 a.m. after not being able to finish dinner at ten. But I've always been that way.
Thing is, things have got to change . . . even when I was a pesco-vegetarian (no meat, no wheat) I still made up for it with the flambéed cream sauces and shrimp.
I'm not particularly overweight -- 5/9 and about 165, but diabetes does all sorts of nasty things. And slowly, too, which makes it all the more insidious.
I don't think I'll be eating granola and fruit salads any time soon, but I've got to change . . .
Yes, I think grilled filet mignon with mushroom cream sauce with cognac flambée, some lightly fried new potatoes with parsley and a nicely fried basmati rice will be on the menu this weekend. Maybe as a special midnight treat Brigitte will make me one of her famous smoked-meat sandwiches with coleslaw on rye or one of her fabulous BLTs with thick bacon and extra sharp-cheddar cheese.
Some things gotta change, people! I've decided to become a complete pig instead of just half-a-one.