Type 2 Diabetes? Whatever.

Well, here we are. 7 days in.

The positives. The shakes are now starting to taste less like I am licking the floor. That or I just got used to them.

The cons. The soups. Can you call them that? The congealed lumps after stirring them so long that most of it has splashed over the kitchen counter.

But I have a plan. A hand mixer is enroute via Amazon. I am hoping it arrives today before I have to go through it again.

Have I lose weight? No idea. I weigh in tomorrow.

Has my HBA1C reduced? No idea. I do a test tomorrow.

Has my blood pressure reduced? No idea. I do a test tomorrow.

Have my bowel movements changed? You. Do. NOT. Want. To. Know.

When I do the above tomorrow, they better be friendly. A week of this to find out I lost 1 pound or something would be, well, yeah I would cry. You would cry (because I would poke you in the eyes for laughing).

But I am exercising every day and that surely counts for something? Right? RIGHT? RIIIIGHT?????