Instead of snoozebarring, I just turned the damned thing off when it went off this morning. Then, for some reason or another, Karen woke up and looked at the clock at 06:20 and woke me up.

Well, ten minutes was enough for me to get outta bed and poke myself for the BS (106), get dressed and on my way. I stopped at the cafeteria and got a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, and that was breakfast. About 65 carbs there.

This was to be an indulgent day for me vis-a-vis carbs.

Not too bad of a morning work-wise, though. Then I went up to eat lunch, getting the usual patty melt. I noticed a piece of coconut cream pie in the dessert place, and I said to myself, "Self, if that very piece of pie is still there when I get done with this patty melt, I'm gonna buy it and eat it up!"

So I ate very fast and, sure enough, it was still there. Or another one very like it...

Man, was it ever good. I savored every bite, I did.

Well, for those of you who may not know, it's National Radiologic Technology Week here in America, and all over the world. And during this week, various vendors who have their fingers in the radiology pie bring us goodies.

And today... it was pies. from Tippin's, KC's famous pie makers.

And no, I couldn't help myself. Chocolate pie that is to die for. Pie, pie, pie, pie! French Silk, I think it was, or silk bottom, or something to do with silk.

It was wonderful. And I savored every bite, every bite.

Sometimes I really hate being diabetic, although I realize that I'm eating a lot healthier because of it, but man-o-man, that pie was good!

And I know that it's really stupid for me to sugar myself up like that, but dammit, it's really the first time that I've really gotten out of control in all of these months. I'm really trying hard to not feel guilty about it.

Anyway, I got off at 15:30 and I came home and Karen and I went out to the Y, and when we left, we vowed to do it three times a week. Yeah, like, that's the first time that we've ever said *that*!

My legs were hurting so bad that I really didn't want to go, at least until we got there. We really have to get on one another to make ourselves go, and we're both really timid about being mean to each other, 'cause that's the way we are, dammit. We love each other, and being mean to people that you love just isn't in our natures.

But we need for someone to get mean, and to make us do the things that we should.

I'm on call tonight, but I don't expect to get called, but ya never know, heh. I have my fingers crossed. Say, is that a religious figure of speech, or just a general superstitious figure of speech? Not that it matters to me, I'll continue to use it either way.

Something that I forgot to mention yesterday that really made my year: When I woke up, I looked around for a pair of pants to knock around it, and I spied that pile of out-grown Levis that I've been saving. I thought, what the hell, and tried on a pair of 38"ers. They fit. THEY FIT!

Well, yeah, a little bit tight, but that's not the point. Also not the point is the fact that I probably wore them until they got stretched out to a 40" waist. No, the point is: I wore them all day. And the label says "38". Yeah, towards evening I had to unbutton the top button, but so what? They FIT!

I have, hanging in my closet, the suit that I got married to Karen in. The pants are 34". I'm gonna fit in them by next spring, I swear. And I'm gonna wear that suit when we have our reaffirmation ceremony in August.

Yes I will.