Warning: This is a medical topic post.
So I’ve never considered myself to be a control freak. But there are certain times where being one is a good thing. For instance with my health. In the past year I have gotten so caught up in my writing that I took an ‘I’ll eat whatever the heck I want and never exercise’ mentality with my health. And because of it, my diabetes has become… uncontrolled. I come from a family who got the short end of the stick with health issues, and I developed type 2 diabetes at 23. Anyway, I saw my doctor today (the diabetes was a side topic with the original appointment being an annual fun times in stirrups and no I don’t mean pants.) And I was just a mess.
I mean, for one, I walked in and damned myself before the blood tests could reveal how bad I’ve been with the diabetes. But beyond that, my doctor is leaving. She’s taken a job in Boston and she’s leaving! She’s been my doctor since I became old enough to use my own insurance and choose my own doctor. She’s been through everything with me! From the diagnosis of my diabetes, to me deciding to become a Medical Assistant, to me getting knocked up, to… everything. She’s my buddy. And this was our last appointment. So yeah, I was a bit teary eyed. Didn’t help that I’m pms’ing. She was way too easy on me about the bad health habits though. Saying it’s not easy to be good and beign way too sympathetic. I love her for it, but, I mean, if I were her I would’ve kicked my arse to the curb a long time ago. But she didn’t. In fact she got a little nostalgic too on all we’ve been through. Ah man, I’m teary just thinking about it. Someone get me some damn Midol!
Anyway, I’ve made a couple of changes. I can’t be a vegetarian (I’m so sorry Julie!!!) because I’ve been eating too many carbs that way and it’s probably part of the reason my sugars got high. I’ll still eat more veggie options than meat, but I really need to balance it out with protein when I can force it down (CASHEW CHICKEN!!!) Another change, I’ll be checking my blood sugars twice a day for awhile (so get on my butt and ask if I’ve been doing it!)
Here’s some good news in this Oh God is Shelli dying? No! post. I have still been working out like mad. My friend is pushing me hard and it’s great. My inner thighs are on fire, those machines rock. I was down 5lb in almost 2 weeks when the doctor weighed me today.
So with some exercise and good diet, hopefully… I can become a control freak.
Thanks for letting me blog about something that probably gets everyone all squeeby in their chairs. But really, hopefully I’m helping inspire someone else who’s also fallen off the health wagon.
