Last week my husband saw an ad in our local newspaper for a free self-defense class at the hospital. He insisted that I go. I thought it would be a great way to learn how to defend myself, so I eagerly went along.

Last night as I prepared to walk out the door I realized I hadn't eaten dinner. I suspected that since the class was being taught by a martial arts instructor that there would be some physical fitness involved. I wondered if I should have a snack or at least test my sugar before I left, but in the back of my mind I knew I'd be OK since I had been eating rather poorly that afternoon (as usual). (READ MORE)