So my blood sugar numbers have been high lately. Â Not necessarily super-scary high, but closer to super-scary than I’m comfortable with. Â This could be a natural progression of my diabetes (I’m Type II, in case you didn’t know), but I’m afraid that I did some damage to myself a couple of months ago by trying to see how I felt having a “regular” amount of sugar in my diet again for a brief bitÂ (somewhat ironically because my numbers had been stable for so long)Â – seems like my sugar got elevated at that point and has never come all the way back down.
Yes, that makes me feel like an idiot.
But there’s good news to be had here, because it’s made me really tighten down my eating habits and begin ramping up my exercise habits. Â Over the last three or four weeks, I’ve had no pasta at all (which is really, really bizarre for me). Â I’ve had, I think, two dessert-like things, both of which were at my weekly company meetings. Â I’ve had probably three cups of coffee. Â I’m trying to introduce veggies into my diet on a more regular basis. Â I’m really, really trying hard to eat better, though I still have a ways to go, especially with the veggies.
It’s paid off a bit, though — I’ve dropped six pounds since the last time I was in my doctor’s office a month ago.
That weight loss — which I sincerely hope will continue as I eat better and exercise more — is tremendous, because dropping some of the extra weight I carry around my mid-section will, by all accounts, do wonders for my blood sugar numbers. Â I’m by no means obese (even if the nerdy, fat 13-year-old in my head likes to argue that point), but I do carry my extra poundage in the one place it’s medically worst for men to carry it, and the more weight I can drop, the better off I’m going to be, and the better my body is going to work, and the better I’m going to feel.
I don’t want to pay too much attention to the numbers, because that way lies madness. I am, however, going to continue to do what I’m doing, and hopefully do it even better, and trust that the numbers will continue to fall. Â That six pounds might not be tremendous in and of itself, but it’s validation that — possibly for the first time in my life — I’m on the right path, healthily speaking.