Now that I’m trapped smack-dab in the middle of the most tempting season for a diabetic, I’m desperately searching for inspiration to avoid overindulging in all holiday goodies. In doing so, I’ve managed to collect a few tidbits that help me avoid the temptation of dipping an entire cheese log in Texas Pete hot sauce, devouring it and then washing it down with chocolate-covered cherries and a peppermint shake.

The other day as I was resting on a bench in Walmart, I noticed a book someone had failed either to purchase or to put back in its proper place. It was “Diabetes for Dummies.” Simply because I knew there’d be something I could use and the title seemed to suit me, I started to thumb through it. And before I had even gotten past the introduction, I had something.

In an attempt to try to put a positive spin on the affliction, the book’s introduction stated that people with diabetes are among the population’s most fortunate. Why? Because, unlike most people, we know the battle we’re fighting. Most people don’t know the rickshaw dragging them to the grave. But, those with diabetes are aware of the disease, and, more often than not, they know it is very manageable.

Moreover, the book’s introduction also states that people with diabetes have a good 10 years to reverse the condition to the point where they can live relatively long and healthy lives.

So, where’s the inspiration in this for me?

First, apparently my years of pounding sugar products like they were candy (uh, wait), has entered me into a very lucky group of people. And who doesn’t like to feel special?

And second, to know “Diabetes for Dummies” has given me a whole decade to correct my bad eating and even worse exercise habits without consequence is like getting a new lease on life.

After all, I was only diagnosed with the disease in 2007. So I have another six years to become the picture of health and, hopefully, the Olympic diver I’ve always dreamed of being. (Look out, Rio. Here I come.)

But, in all seriousness, in the few paragraphs I read in “Diabetes for Dummies,” there was hope. With each ache, pain and new physical oddity my body presents, I still feel I will win out over diabetes. Even now, when holiday goodies like cupcakes, petit fours and candied bacon and sweet potato hash are flying around, I feel I now have the fortitude to resist.

But as more talk of holiday feasts and Christmas parties fill the air, I can still hear the little voice in the back of my skull calling me, the same one that suggested ham-wrapped ribs with a side of gravy fries and boldly led me to the infamous Baronator.

Even though the voice is but a whisper these days, it is still there.

So, as friends and loved ones deck the halls and fire up the ovens, I am holding strong — a bit shaky at moments, but still strong. I will control myself, and I urge everyone to do likewise this holiday season.

But, just in case, I think I better go finish the rest of “Diabetes for Dummies.” I can use all the help I can get.