As I wrote last week, getting diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes hit me pretty hard. Two family members, my father, and grandmother lost their legs from diabetic complications. In spite of this history, I never worried much because, in complete disregard of all the visible evidence, I still thought of myself as that skinny guy in his twenties. The fifty-four year old in the mirror with a Body Mass Index (BMI) in the 30s was just some temporary aberration. Sure, I was getting a little heavy, but...