Getting The Dreaded "D" Diagnosis - January 25, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
So I graduated. No longer "pre-diabetic", I am now full-fledged diabetic. Getting that diagnosis is, of course, sobering. But in the most bizarre way it kind of is a godsend.
OK, here's the thing: It totally changes your perspective on all those horrible, terrible, miserable habits. You, frankly, do not have a choice. The good thing about Diabetes Type 2 (yes, there really is an upside) is that with weight loss and exercise, in many instances, the disease can be reversed. As in, no more meds, no graduating to insulin.
And, what I discovered, all the food cravings I had before, like chocolate (chocolate as many know is a religion, and not to be trivialized) does not hold the same allure for me. Back in October while waiting for my Staples special order to be processed I was offered Halloween candy. I took two small pieces (95 calories in all, I checked and logged it), and ya know what? It tasted like poison. Imagine that! It no longer holds me in its chocolate caress.
It's really kinda simple in a way: Drown in chocolate and lose vision, or lose a leg, or stay true to the course. I'm kind of fond of my vision and my legs, so I re-upped my gym membership.
Now, I would be lying if I told you it was perfect, but it's a helluva lot better than it has been. It's a process as we all know.
And as soon as I get this mini-milestone done, losing eight more pounds, I will schedule the appointment with the MD. I do not want her to be equivocal about not noticing the weight loss. And I do not want her to "graduate" me to diabetic meds.
So we truck on.