Follow up -- So in the spring my MD said my blood sugar was "out of control" (she tends to be hyperbolic
) and I needed to go on meds. I declined and said I'd do this job with diet and exercise. In three months I dropped 25 lbs and nearly four a1c points. I'm comfortably in the normal range. She said I was the only one of her patients that ever did that. My secret was my charming albeit bossy daughter the nurse who gave me a book by Dee McCaffrey, "The Science of Skinny." In short McCaffrey recommends: regular exercise ... a whole food diet ... avoid processed food ... eat more Veggies and greens .. learn to read ingedient and nutrition labels critically ... watch portion size ... eat healthy, don't worry about calories. Along the way she answers such questions as: "Why is it that after a half cup serving of ice cream, I want moremoremore, but the same isn't true after a half cup serving of broccoli?" She isn't a calorie counter and doesn't like non-fat foods. (Because if the process removes the fat they will generally add sugar for taste). I read the part of the book on reading labels and noticed that the baked beans which were a regular feature of my beloved barbecues had almost exactly the same calories as the same serving size as the ice cream I liked for dessert. Those sneaky emeffers) I also learned a good trick for restaurants: When I order I ask for the take home containers and then immediately put half the serving aside for another meal. So I never walk away from the table feeling like I swallowed a football. My ever helpful missus complains that I've gone from a chubby old guy to a skinny old guy in baggy pants. I have lots of responses to such female attempts at wit, but at this point I'm no longer fighting in her weight class