"it's my own damn fault..."

I am been thinking of how I sent from an A1C of 7.1 last November to 8.3 on 6 July. At first, I was puzzled; I was really in denial! Then, I got to thinking of what I'd eaten wrong and how little I had exercised.

I realized that I had gotten into the habit of saying "it sure is hot" and going to Dillions and buying these little (about ½ cup of ice creamme and if I was really hungry, I went for the ¾ cup size) little tubs of ice creamme. Sometimes, I would sneak this and then have orange sherbet (with chocolate shell) with my wife later that day. I also went through dark chocolate but I didn't drink Diet Pepsi at home - I was being good! - and didn't drink much booze.

I realized that I had gotten out of the habit of walking on the treadmill at the Sheridan Center and I gave up on weights years ago. Well, after seeing the frigging A1C of 8.3 I have

• resumed walking on the treadmill for 30 to 35 minutes a day, 5 days a week
• started doing circuit training (weights) 3 days a week
• haven't gone out for ice creamme and it has been hotter than when I was binging

I don't know how well I'll do with the ice creamme since I can feel it calling to me! I sort of know how folks feel about booze but I don't have any real lust for it; I do have a craving, at times, for the ice creamme...

So, the reason for this posting's title?

Whose fault is it that my A1C went down the toilet so many years ago, let alone in 2010? To quote Jimmy Buffet, "it's my own damn fault!"