I live in Chicago, and as the end of September approaches, I can feel the change of seasons in my body.

Just a week or two ago, the warmth of late summer lingered during the day, but now the wind is quite chilly.

Here in Chicago, summer can be unbearably hot, but as fall arrives, the temperature drops sharply, and winter comes quickly.

This year, I must avoid eating the carb-heavy and greasy foods that I used to enjoy during winter.

After hearing from the doctor that my blood sugar levels are borderline, the word 'diabetes' has been on my mind several times a day.

Knowing that this is not something to take lightly, I really committed myself to a proper diet and exercise for two months.

I survived on chicken breast and cherry tomatoes, and after two months, I lost 8 pounds, feeling so good that I bragged to my coworkers, "Do I look thinner?"

But thinking I could take a break since I lost a little weight, I relaxed on my way home from work, which was a mistake.

After a long day at work, my body is tired and my head feels heavy, and the burger shop signs lining the streets are incredibly tempting.

After eating a few burgers, my appetite returned, and I started cooking meals...

Just two weeks later, I found that the weight I had worked so hard to lose had returned to square one.

My belly fat was plump again... I feel like I only ate burgers and fries... what is this...

I felt a mix of disappointment and fear, realizing that I might really be in big trouble now.

With diabetes looming over me, if I crumble again like before, the outcome is all too clear.

The temptation of burgers is still strong, but I learned that how I handle those moments is the most important battle for my blood sugar and health.

I put my sneakers back on and fill the fridge with vegetables and chicken breast, making a promise to myself.

While losing weight is important, my ultimate goal is to live healthily without worrying about diabetes.