Almost a year ago, I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. My doctor prescribed metformin and required me to test my glucose every day. If you remember, all that came to an end in January when I beat diabetes! So, where am I now?
I just visited my doctor a couple of weeks ago and realized that I’ve gained back 20 pounds. Ugh! Everything has changed and, apparently, I don’t handle change well at all. I’ve been dealing with some health issues lately that keep me from normal, every day things. But, I see my doctor again on July 15 to hopefully fix that. Or, at least start the process. I’ve been dealing with severe cramping from the mirena and I can’t stand it anymore. When I say severe cramping, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve been dealing with this since last September and it sometimes keeps me from functioning. I double over, pain goes down both of my legs, and my feet go numb. On July 15 that bitch is coming out and, hopefully, start the process for an ablation.
Things are about to change yet again as my oldest son is going back to boot camp on July 11. He went earlier this year, got a concussion, and was released. Since he’s been home, he’s gotten himself into a shitload of trouble, including taking alcohol to school. He’ll be 18 in December and this is our last ditch effort to get through to him. Fingers crossed!
Work has exploded since the beginning of this year and it’s become one of my top priorities. I could work 24/7 and still not be caught up but I love it. However, I need to reorder my priorities because my health has taken a back seat. You see, when I heard my doctor say that I no longer had diabetes, I immediately thought that I was in control. As it turns out, I’m a jackass!
I stopped logging my food and activity in Lose It! and I stopped measuring my food. I told you I’m a a jackass. I clearly can’t handle this on my own. I’ve talked to my husband about this so many freaking times and he pointed out that getting healthy is the only goal I never achieve. It’s true but I don’t know why. That’s the next thing for me to work on with my therapist. I need to get to the bottom of this immediately because I’m getting too damn old for this shit.
It’s time for me to get back to where I was. I’ll be weighing myself tomorrow morning to survey the damage. From there, I’m having a healthy breakfast and then I’m hitting the streets with Digger for some cardio. I have to put my health first no matter what because I’ve got a lot of life left to live. Looking back, a year later, I’ve been successful in losing more than 60 pounds and keeping off 40. I don’t care what people say, that’s success! Here’s to more success to come.