I got the news today. Three months after being diagnosed with diabetes, I’ve successfully put it in remission!
As much as I was hoping that I would make quick work of kicking that diabetes diagnosis in the butt, I wasn’t truly sure I could do it in such short order.
I put forth my best effort, and I’m happy to say, it was enough!
I had two doctor’s appointments today, the first I got to get weighed in on one of those old-style doctor’s scales with a 350 pound weight capacity. For the first time in a long time, I can now say that I not only can weigh in on one of those scales, I actually have and I even had some wiggle room on that little slidey bar that measures the pounds.
I told the nurse about this milestone, and when she went out of the room, she checked my chart to find out my weight at my last appointment. She popped her head back in the room to tell me what she did and said, “You go girl!”
The second doctor’s appointment was when I found out that my diabetes diagnosis is now officially a thing of the past. Both the nurse, who I saw first and my doctor who saw me shortly there after were very pleased with my weight loss. My doctor was also pleased with my blood work. I don’t recall ever having my test results ever make him smile, but it did today.
I was waiting for that. I wanted a good response. I worked hard. Of course the journey is not over, but stage one: kick the diabetes diagnosis in the butt, is over.
Of course I know that doesn’t mean that all of a sudden I can go out and binge on sugar, because I know that I can’t. I know that I’ll have to be careful from here on out, because if it can happen once, it can happen again.
Not if I have anything to say about it though.
I’m done with that nonsense. I gave myself diabetes and I did it because I was in denial about how bad I was taking care of myself on some level. In some ways I was aware that I was harming my body by not taking good care of it, but I just didn’t think I had let things get that out of control. It snuck up on me, but the warning signs were in plain site.
Exhibit A: My waist circumference
There’s no missing it, it’s probably the first thing that people see when I walk into a room, or at least it used to be before the beginning of my weight loss journey.
Of course I haven’t lost that much weight that I can go on thinking that people don’t notice it, but it’s not as pronounced as it was before.
That’s not the only thing that is changing.
Someone told me today that they are beginning to see my cheek bones. I didn’t realize they had disappeared.
I guess that was something I was in denial about. I looked in the mirror only out of necessity. I didn’t linger there. Most of the time I hated myself and the way I looked, but fortunately, I came around to changing that.
But that’s more of a recent development, more something I did over the last year.
I still see the things about myself that could be better but I accept them and don’t hate them. As I see it, my body did the best it could under the circumstances that I provided it with.
And for that I find myself being a whole lot more forgiving of my lumps and bumps, or as some people call them, curves.
I hated my weight on the way up, but on the way down, I’m loving it. It’s funny, to be happy at 345 pounds. Once that would have shocked me beyond belief, but now I see it as an accomplishment.
I guess it’s all about perspective.
Anyway, no matter how my body looks now, I know now that I need to not only think about taking care of my body, I need to do it and I am. It’s showing.
I’d like it to show quicker, like a 100 pounds gone overnight, or 200 pounds gone in a week, but maybe this is a lesson in patience I need to learn.
I’m still pleased that I’ve lost 37 pounds; that’s nothing to sneeze at.
And really, if I think about it, the journey really does go fast. It’s only been three months and I’m able to say I’ve kicked that diabetes diagnosis in it’s butt. That’s significant. Sure, it was early-stage diabetes, but what better time to put it in remission than in it’s early stages? This way I get to skip all the complications of that particular disease, so long as I keep it in remission.
So I guess a person really can change the course of their life in three months.
And with that, I’m off to another three months of great health, good food, growing fitness and increasing my weight loss!