I got my bloodwork back, and it’s not pretty.
Go ahead and add pre-diabetes to my list of ailments.
As discouraging as it is to realize that I’m overweight with high blood pressure and high blood glucose, I actually feel somewhat optimistic. I know where I stand, and, let’s face it, it could be worse. It can always be worse.
For now, I’ve stopped eating simple carbohydrates and sugar. (OH, THE PAIN!!) I’m keeping my meals and snacks balanced with protein, fat, and complex carbs. And–dare I say–I feel somewhat better.
I guess it’s good to know why I’ve been feeling like crap for the past year.
At every meal or snack, when I pull out the salad and the chicken breasts and the black beans–or whatever–I remind myself that food is medicine. I am saving my own life by making good food choices.
Last night, I swapped out the tacos for a taco salad. This morning, I made my yummy apple pie oatmeal and had a small serving, with a hard boiled egg on the side. Earlier this week, I served baked sweet potatoes with the roasted chicken instead of white potatoes. Small changes, for sure, but they’re adding up and–hopefully–making a difference.
I am embarrassed and ashamed of the pre-diabetes diagnosis, even though I know that much of America is in the same boat, whether they know it or not. It feels like it’s my own fault that I’ve got these health issues, and in some ways, I guess, it is. Bad choices + crappy genetics = ME.
Today, it all feels overwhelming. I’m asking myself, honestly, can I bake chocolate chip cookies without eating any? Or, even harder, just eating one? I don’t know the answer. I know that I can’t even think about Thanksgiving next week and all the food. I need to focus on today. Right now. I will have an apple with peanut butter for a snack in a few hours, and a salad for lunch with yogurt on the side. Tonight, beef stew. I can stick with this plan for today. I can go for a walk after lunch.
Today, I will stick to my plan. And that’s any of us can really do, right? Just keep making the next good choice.