Nacho cheese and hot shit.

Just ate way too many Nacho Cheese Doritos and watching the horrible remake of Clash of the Titans. What happens to all these decently made period pieces? Do they go to third world countries like so many Goodwill clothes and hopeful Superbowl Tshirts? I'd like to see a scrappy kid dressed like a Roman soldier with a Cowboys Playoff tshirt underneath and holding a sword.

The beetus maintenance has gone great, for the most part, and has turned into part of the daily routine as much as it can be. My recent A1C was 5.9, which puts me in the "normal person" category, which is fab. It's actually better than the "Excellent" rating for a diabetic. Which means my body doesn't even know I'm diabetic, so my brain better keep it's mouth shut. Plus it makes me feel like I totally aced some crazy hard diabetes test I had to study every day for. Feels pret-tyyy, pret-tyyy, pret-ty good.

With this new A1C, and an encouraging visit from my current Endo, I'm pretty sure I won't have to go on the pump. Which is great, because my recent Destin vacation couldn't have happened on it. Beach vs pump? Yeeeeahh, screw you, pump. I dig the whole, "being half robot" thing, but I'd rather have a gun leg or an arm I can attach Kitchenaid mixer attachments and an electric toothbrush to.

Fact: You can have sweets as a diabetic, but you feel like shit, your heart races, and your A1C shoots through the roof. So yes, technically, you can put sweets in your mouth, chew, and swallow them, but will you enjoy them as much as you used to? The answer is: Hell naw, son. :(

Fact: You have to work out to maintain good A1C. Without it, your blood sugar turns into a horrible rollarcoaster of high highs and low lows and you feel pretty awful for most of the day. So you bettah believe I'm in the gym at least 3-5 times a week. Still need to up my gym fashion game though, I'm surprised no one has politely told the homeless lady struggling on the stairmaster that she needs to leave.

Fact: I want to get a tattoo, but I dunno what I want yet. :/

Titans is over, aka Paul changed the channel to Food Network, and I'm slowly getting sucked into this show that makes a pseudo-celebrity chef eat lots of hot shit and sweat, snot and drool on camera. Why is this entertaining? And why do I want hot wings now?