Sunday, May 21, 2017

The elephant, take 2

Yep, still addressing the elephant in the room - overeating and not exercising enough. Today, I'm good with both. Tomorrow, I have pool exercise class and will do that two more times this week. The goal is to continue with my former three-day a week exercise regimen.

I'm also increasing my NEAT (non exercise activity) and will be reverting to some old habits there too - parking far away, getting up and moving around once in a while rather than sit for hours, etc.

For today, the elephant is under control. That includes decent blood sugar readings today.

Go me!

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Elephants

When you have diabetes, there are several elephants in the room. They're so easy to ignore. It's always time to address the elephant in the room and stop pretending it's not there.  Diabetes can be controlled, but only if the elephants are acknowledged. It cannot be controlled if they're ignored. Cake, cookies, high carb side dishes, sodas, alcohol, and a plethora of other foods that need to be eaten in small quantities often talk to us and say "hey, one binge won't matter." But it does. The food elephant is particularly subversive. Taste trumps checking the carb count much of the time. 

Lack of exercise or just not exercising for no particular reason trumpets like an elephant for everyone. It's so much easier to sit around and do computer stuff, watch TV, take a nap, anything other than exercise. The reality is that it's easy to get some exercise - gardening, walks, housework, all sorts of activity that doesn't scream exercise. 

There are so many ways to deny or ignore diabetes. And there are so many ways to address it head on. Which one will lead to better outcomes? Denial is not your friend. 

Acknowledge your elephants. Identify them. Make them your reality and deal with them. Your health will thank you.  

Friday, April 14, 2017

Couple of don't give a shit days

I have them and I don't like admitting it. I gave up a couple of days with tomfoolery and now back on the wagon. I've even been smoking, which I have to stop right now. So I will.

Fasting was 249 this morning, but post breakfast was 209 after a fairly low carb breakfast. I did have corned beef hash, but only a half cup. That was tough as dog food is amazing. I did the right thing and I'm feeling pretty decent about it. I'll have a light lunch because I ate breakfast so late, and will not stay up late tonight.

I'm going to need all the strength I can muster today. Food - good choices. Smoking - not an option.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Doing it right

Tried a different snack last night - apple and cheese. FBS was 142. Holy cow! Two days in a row of acceptable (for me) fastings!

There is an odd side effect of blood sugars in control - boundless energy. It's bizarre and it's like a full body rush. I'm hoping this calms some over time as my body becomes used to a lower blood sugar. I know my eyes will go blurry for a little while during the blood sugar lowering period; they always do. It's like the opposite of high blood sugars causing blurry vision. Yep, I'm lucky like that.

I have plans to eat well today and test often. I can't be cocky and say I have this in the bag, but it's pretty obvious that proper eating is making a huge difference. Low carb, for the most part, and high protein. I'm not worrying about fats as they help level things out a bit.

11:30 p.m. Binged. For Christ's sake. I binged. It wasn't 100% awful, but the fact that I did it was 100% awful. Pumpernickel toast and leftover (not a full pint!) of Pralines and Cream ice cream, and 6 mini Peppermint Patty candies. Shit, shit, shit. I wasn't even going to write it down, but I did it and I have to own it and maybe I need to even process this stupidity to avoid doing it again.

I'm curious now what the fasting will be after a day of semi perfection.

I fucking binged.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Small victory

This is applying myself will do. Look at today's fasting! 113. What has changed? High protein, high vegetable content, and fairly low carb. Well, really low carb. Awareness of every damned carb that goes in my mouth. And, an evening snack of peanut butter on potato bread. I know that sounds weird, but potato bread doesn't mess with my overnight numbers, as I'm slowly proving to myself. Until I'm sick of it, I will continue to try that as a snack to keep my liver and pancreas happy overnight. The mystery continues to unravel as to what works and what doesn't work for me. I'm going to try yesterday's breakfast but with a different type of bread and see if it makes a difference. Dr. K asked that I keep my late night meal as the lowest carb meal of the day. That doesn't allow me to go nuts during the day, though!

2:40 p.m. Dammit, I had a low while I was out shopping.  I did check my BS before I left, but I guess I was gone too long. I looked for the least offensive candy bar I could find and got a small Hershey with Almonds. It did the trick, but my BS before lunch was 217. The power of sugar. Sigh. The war continues.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Battles along the way

I got up at 3:45 this morning to respond to Mother Nature and again, decided to take my middle of the night blood sugar - 115! How amazing is that? I had a piece of bread with peanut butter as my snack last night. Nice balance of carbs and protein and maybe enough to keep my blood sugar/liver from going nuts. One battle acceptably handled. Let's see if it continues.

Fasting this morning was 150. That was 5 hours after the 115 and no intake at all. Do I have overnight syndrome or what?
I didn't have time for breakfast this morning, so am having brunch today. We'll see how the numbers flow. Insulin, glimiperide, and Metformin on board. Sigh, so many meds! I'm still on the higher dose of glimip. I'll keep with it until the sugar is down over a period of time. Now we wait for the after brunch rise and my experiment of potato or rye bread in terms of rise in sugar.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

This is war

Yep, I'm officially at war with my type 2 diabetes.

I was diagnosed with PCOS in my very early 20s. My mother had diabetes. I believe one of her parents had it. A sister had gestational diabetes. At around 40, I was diagnosed with the insulin resistance that goes along with PCOS and prediabetes. And now, 20 years later, my type 2 diabetes, diagnosed maybe 15 years ago, my diabetes has become an asshole. And it's time to take it down.

It's like this cunning little critter moved in with me and sat quietly, rubbing its hands together while going through its evil snicker routine, and waited until now to say "fuck you, Donna!" My T2 is here and I have to deal with it.

This guy calls it "diabesity" and is dealing with it on his own terms. I want to read more of what he has to say for sure. But he reminded me it's war. Truly time to be on the offensive AND defensive.
Yesterday, I brought to you the middle of the night gobsmacker of a blood sugar. Over the day, I brought it down with proper eating and medication. Then before bed last night, my BS was up again with no food for 4 hours. And WTF? I wake up with a 294? I know I have overnight syndrome stuff happening, but am not sure how to deal with it. Slowly again today, the number is coming down rather than going up, which means I'm doing something right today, but I need to identify the overnight enemy and put the kibosh on that sucker.

This is war, folks. Yesterday, I was not happy and kind of down in the mouth. Today, I'm pissed.


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