In March, I scheduled a doctor’s appointment. I was at my all-time-high weight. I felt miserable in so many ways. I feared that my eating habits and lack of exercise had caused me to get type II diabetes. I was a mess.
Fortunately, my blood sugar was at a decent level.
My blood pressure was a tad high, but not terrible.
My swollen legs had edema, so my doctor prescribed me a diuretic.
He also made a comment that really made me think. [Read more…]