Aka, I am owning my shit and being accountable so I can moan and vent on occasion about the less-than-stellar days…but that was pretty verbose.
– 13.8 pounds
Blood glucose: I’ve had most numbers hovering around 5.1 mmol/L. I haven’t had numbers like that since I was
shooting up injecting insulin four times a day when I was pregnant with the twins.
Sugars are still higher in the morning, and I’m okay with that now. After taking the diabetes education sessions through the City of Ottawa (free!!), I understand that as a diabetic, my pancreas is only half-functioning, and my liver kicks into overdrive overnight. It is NOT a reflection of anything that I do, or do not do.
I also understand that my numbers, as a diabetic, are going to be different that the numbers for a non-diabetic. I get that now.
“You can’t possibly have lost a total of 19.5 inches, you’ve only lost 13.8 pounds.”
Here’s the thing. I’m not eating the way I do (palaeolithic) and sitting on the couch watching documentaries (got ya there, didn ‘t I!).
I’m at the gym.
I’m at the gym improving my cardio and doing weight training.
*always check with your doctor to make sure exercise is right for you! Just like my S’mores box last summer indicated “campfire not included”…it just has to be said.*
Meaning…I’m building muscle. Lean muscle.
(and please…enough of the “muscle weighs more than fat!”…really? A pound of fat and a pound of muscle both equal a pound…I think you mean it “looks” different…like, as in how much room it takes up!)
“Oh, I can’t go to the gym because I have too much pain.”
Here’s where I gently encourage you to reword your statement to:
“I don’t want to go to the gym.”
It’s a choice.
Pain? DUDE. I’m right smack in a lupus/fibro flare that feels like I’ve been bitten by the hounds-of-hell. I’m not a martyr…I loathe going to the gym feeling like this with every fibre of my essence.
I’ve got abdominal swelling from failing kidneys.
I’ve had a heart attack and I’m afraid I’ll keel over on the elliptical. Every. Time.
My muscles and joints burn so bad my husband holds me while I shake and cry.
I’m RIGHT THERE with you. Ain’t no purple painted ponies pooping butterflies jacked up on SugarSmacks o’er here, eh?
You know that moving a little bit is better than not moving at all. Arm raises while seated…add in a couple of soup cans for resistance. Leg lifts while seated. Get those long muscles working, which will also metabolize your blood glucose better.
Google: “Chair Yoga.”
There are Youtube videos, too!
Can you promise to move just a little bit? 5 minutes? Today?
Let me know…I want to give you the kudos you deserve!!
I BELIEVE IN YOU. 😀