So, now I'm diabetic

I’ve been dodging the bullet for several years now, but it’s caught up. I’m diabetic.

I don’t necessarily believe that it will always be this way, but they say that, short of a tattoo, I’m labeled for life.

It’s my own fault, really. I could blame genetics and my mom’s great cooking, but I haven’t lived at home for more than 15 years. The fact is, I’m just a lazy guy who loves to eat too much. Is this punishment? I don’ t think so. Natural consequences? Sure.

So, now I sit and think about the implications. Well, I don’t sit as much as I had in the past few years, but thinking too deeply while walking can be dangerous.

The implications? The reality and consequences of an addictive personality reach far beyond my own physical health. I’ve suddenly realized the path I’ve blazed for my kids is already well-worn; their habits are well-developed, and we’re finding them difficult to break. There are spiritual factors that I haven’t considered, and dealing with them has been embarrassing and frustrating. While I’ve recognized a lack of self-control for a long time in my life, I’ve never been angered by it before. Now I’m frustrated and feel out-of-control. I’ve never felt guilty about the sin that has been involved, but now I do.

I used to bemoan the “fact” that I didn’t have a “testimony” about how God has changed my life. Now I find myself living it out from day-to-day. Seems like a pretty simple thing to deal with, but I’m finding that it’s only the tip of the iceberg.