Shelter in Place Day 87
“Everybody’s going to have some degree of health problems, and as we get older I think we’ve gotta maintain.” — Tom Hanks
I knew I was eating wrong, and I knew it even as I placed the items in my cart. I took my Metformin when it crossed my mind, I took it religiously at night before bed, which was the completely wrong time to take it. Then I took it only when I had a high carb meal. It was right in front of me. The directions were to take it with my evening meal, but I couldn’t be bothered with that, well… I’m bothered with it now.
According to the ADA, A1C level below 5.7 percent is considered normal. An A1C between 5.7 and 6.4 percent signals prediabetes, according to the ADA. Type 2 diabetes is diagnosed when the A1C is at or over 6.5 percent. For many people with type 2 diabetes, the goal is to lower A1C levels to a healthier percentage. In January my A1C was 7.8 and two days ago it was 13.7.
I wish I could blame it on the global pandemic, but I’d know I was bad at 7,8, I just ignored it. I ate what I wanted willy-nilly. I bought super-rich, super sugary, super toxic for diabetic foods. I’m not going to lie, the pandemic didn’t help things either. Everyone online was making these glorious loaves of bread, cookies, cakes and I wanted them. So, I experimented. I made gluten-free versions, but they still had so much sugar in them. I made cookies and brownies and waffles and pancakes and French toast. And those last three all had syrup and jam on top.
One of the most frustrating things, when I was in the ER yesterday, was having the doctor judge me. She came in looked at me and said, “Hmm… When was your last soda?”
“Six years ago,” I said.
“Oh? Well, that’s good, soda and juices are bad for you. What kinds of foods do you eat?”
“I like Keto—”
She shook her head, “No… I don’t like that… though I love my dairy.”
And it went on like that. She saw this fat guy on the bed and assumed that I was like every other fat guy gorging myself on crap. Though, in all honesty, I was gorging myself on sugary shit. But, it was gluten-free, so it has to be good for me, right?
Today I’m changing things. I made a habit of writing this journal for 87 days, I can make good habits with eating food. I can take this situation and make it better. When I met the Husbear he weighed about a hundred pounds less. Hell, I weighed about a hundred less too. He was eating properly, and I said, but this food is so boring, how can you eat it? And he changed for me.
Now, I’m ready to go back to boring. Walk instead of sit on the internet all day. I’m not going to say what we’re doing right now, but when I do, please don’t tell me what I’m doing is wrong for me. We’re doing what feels right to us.
We’re going to go through the pantry and fridge and get rid of everything we shouldn’t be eating. We’re donating all the boxed and canned goods to Temple for their food drive. Just because it’s bad for us, doesn’t mean it’s bad for other people. I don’t want to die. In the immortal words of Gloria Gaynor “I’ve got all my life to live and I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive.”
Have you made changes in your life for the better?