The battle that I have to deal with every day is my health. More specifically, my weight. If I can get my weight under control, my health will get better (I hope). My parents and my grandparents have given me some pretty sucky family health history.
When I was officially diagnosed with, what I like to call The Sugars (diabetes), on February 14, 2005, I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, my parents had it and my grandparents had it so I was destined to have it. Now, if I would have understood my numbers in my pre-sugar stage, maybe I could have head it off at the pass, but I didn’t.
My weight (and my sugars) have been up and down my whole life. I have an all-time fighting weight that I reached in college and then again in the early 2000s. I was getting pretty close to that a couple months ago. I kept telling myself that I was okay and yeah, my sugars were high, but I was okay. The problem was, I really wasn’t okay.
The day they called with my updated A1C was the day everything changed. For some reason, this really spooked me and maybe that is what I needed, to be spooked. I, of course, blamed some of it (okay, most of it) on The COVID. I was drinking more than I normally did, eating crap and doing a lot of laying around. I feel I was going through the motions.
Here I am, about a month after that fateful day and I’m doing pretty good. I’m down about 10 pounds and my sugars have lowered. I cut way back on my Diet Coke and my alcohol. I’m walking every day (sometimes twice a day) and I’m at a point where I am not thinking about food all the time. I still have my fast food on Sundays (a tradition) and a frozen pizza now and then, but my morning sausage biscuits with cheese have stopped as well as my weekly (sometimes daily) hot fudge malts. I can still have those on occasion, I just don’t have them as much as I used to.
I’ve looked at all the diet apps and websites to find that easy fix. Well, there isn’t one. I write down everything I eat but don’t really track the calories, it’s just a way to be aware of what I put in my mouth (that’s what she said). I test my sugars 3-4 times a day. This is my routine until my next round of blood work in November.
My battle. I have had it for years and I will have it for years. My goal is to manage my battle to the best of my abilities.
Welcome to my thoughts.
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