FattyBrain, Macaroni, and Baggy Pants
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
For those of you following along, I did go to the doctor a couple of weeks ago and had some tests done. Much to my amazement, I am not even close to pre-diabetic. My A1c was totally normal, and my fasting glucose was the envy of my family. My mom almost called me a liar, it was that good. My liver and kidney panels looked great too. My cholesterol was higher than I want it, but it was still below 200 and I’m exercising now so it should come down pretty quick. By all those numbers I am looking good.
FattyBrain (AKA the old me for those not in the know) would have celebrated with a foodfest. I decided to not turn it into a free pass to indulge and I’m excited to keep doing what I’m doing. I am so proud of HeathlyBrain (AKA the new me) for making good choices. Yes, I did have a plate of amazing $16 mac and cheese one day, but it was the lunch portion and I went back to meat and veggies for dinner. That one plate satisfied/pacified FattyBrain and my healthy dinner later was better for it. *T.M.I. ALERT* Of course all that wheat meant I didn't poop for 2 days and had to use my inhaler that night but it was amazing and I lived in the moment, thanked the moment, and moved on.
What I love even more is my big reward for staying on track. My pants are looser than the last time I wore them. My waist feels a little slimmer too. It might be infinitesimal, but I can tell there is a change. I haven’t weighed but I will later in the week. Again FattyBrain would usually go celebrate with a whole pizza and some chocolate creme pie, but Fatty’s not in charge anymore. HealthyBrain says, “I want more of that happy ASAP!” and it’s talking about baggier pants and a stomach roll that doesn’t hang over my desk, not a can of Pringles and a 2 lb. calzone.
I'm certain my struggle is nowhere close to over. There will be other celebrations and other choices. Now I know I really can make good choices and the feeling of triumph is spectacular if I choose well. Spectacular is pretty cool. It suits me, if I do say so myself.