I haven’t posted much lately. Or at all. I haven’t had a lot to say. My health routine fell by the wayside, and I’ve been battling an almost crippling fatigue. Turns out, the two things are related.
In a strange twist of events, the kind that only God can bring about, I got a trip back to Utah for my mother’s 90th birthday — which was amazing. While I was there, I learned that I have Type 2 Diabetes — which wasn’t amazing. Not that I was surprised. I’d been wondering, but health care being what it is, I didn’t have any way of finding out for sure.
My numbers were high. Kind of scary high. Or maybe really scary high. The doctor who called to tell me about the test results kept talking about diabetic comas and other frightening things. And yes, I’m concerned. I’d be foolish not to be. But I have a little experience with Type 2 Diabetes, and I know that it doesn’t have to mean dire results–at least not if I do the right things.
The verdict is pretty clear. I have to get 30 minutes of exercise every day and limit carbs — I mean seriously limit carbs. Bye bye Fettuccine Alfredo. See ya later, Stuffed Crust Pizza. Auf Wiedersehen Butterfinger (and this may be the deepest cut of all.)
Luckily for me, I’m not a complete novice when it comes to Type 2 Diabetes. My dad was diagnosed with the disease at a few years older than I am now. Being a man with a very hard head and an extremely determined nature, he immediately changed his eating habits (mostly), added some exercise to his routine, and got the thing under control. And I, being my father’s daughter, equally hard headed and possessing an equally resolute nature, am absolutely determined to change my lifestyle and get the thing under control.
So I’m gearing up this blog again and I’m set up on MyFitnessPal to track my food intake and my daily activity, I’ve lost 3 pounds, and my fasting blood glucose finally slipped below 200 this morning, which I count as a major victory. I still have a way to go, but I’ll get there.