A week ago I was all prepared to write a post about how I was ready to lose weight. I was tired of my muffin top and of my clothes being too tight. And I fear this summer's trip to the beach in a bathing suit.

That was a week ago. A week ago, when I was ready to dig my workout clothes out from their hiding places. A week ago, when I was ready to shun fast food and treats. It's amazing what a week can do.

I'll admit that I'm getting much, much, MUCH better about the amount of treats I eat daily. (There are times when I wish I literally had no appetite.) That was really my biggest downfall. Aside from a handful of fast food meals when it's exceptionally busy at work, I typically eat pretty healthy at meal time. In between, though, is another story. Anyway, I'm getting better, as I said, about treats between meals. Maybe too good--I've skipped enough snacks (even the good ones) recently that I have been going low before meals.

I haven't gotten up to exercise in the mornings yet, and I'm 100% blaming that on the time change. I've been staying up too late and having a heck of a time getting out of bed in the morning. I've even been fighting to not fall asleep at my desk. These are not good things.

I guess what I'm getting at is that it's a process. All of us have different ways of managing our diabetes. From the few small changes I've made over the last week or two (including the small tweaks to basal and bolus numbers from my endo), I'm enjoying some really awesome numbers. And I achieved that without exercise. I know things will get even better once I integrate exercise, but the whole not mindlessly munching on M&M's all day was one small step for man...OK not that serious, but we all have our crosses to bear.

So for me, it was Take Charge of Numbers. Check. Now, it's Motivate to Exercise. Small, gravity-filled steps.