It's Halloween, and kids of all ages are preparing for some frightful fun. So begins a string of holidays during which many Americans feast on decadent delights.
But for diabetics like me, these festive occasions are one long "Nightmare on Carb Street."
I'm new to the diabetic arena. In December 2010, my father died of a second bout of non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. The grief struck this 40-something hard, and I was diagnosed Type II within a month. By June 2011, my 4-year-old daughter experienced a life-threatening illness. My A1C numbers skyrocketed.
Daily, I read labels with laser vision, carefully count carbs. I dutifully consume my medications, and have inserted running (never before a part of my regimen) into my weekly activity.
I am fully aware that all my choices either help or hinder my battle with diabetes.
This is why I applaud New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg's efforts to start a nationwide discussion about healthier food choices. I view Bloomberg as a superhero for getting America to think twice about ordering large sugary drinks at sports arenas, movie theatres and restaurants.
The Star Tribune reports that a 20-ounce soda contains 17 teaspoons of sugar. Do we need that much sugar? No. I am old enough to remember the public service slogan "Friends don't let friends drive drunk." This time, it should say, "Friends don't let friends consume so much sugar."
Let's talk each other down off that ledge. Offer loved ones diet sodas or water. Otherwise, they risk weight gain and a faster onset of diabetes. Welcome to a life of finger pricks and perhaps insulin.