I don't have timeSo, I went for my follow up appointment with my doctor to discuss my lab work that was part of my yearly physical. Turns out, I'm not actually diabetic, but I might as well be. I guess my blood sugar level is right on the border line of being diabetic. I'm also having some problems with my liver and I now have high blood pressure. Lovely, lovely.
All of these problems are as a result of being overweight. My doctor said some people can be fat and handle, I can't. If I don't begin to lose weight soon, and I mean very soon. I will be having MAJOR health problems. The interesting thing is, I'm not what doctors consider obese. I'm not 100lbs. overweight. But pretty darn close to it. So, I'm supposed to walk or eventually be able to walk four miles a day and do circut training twice a week. And here is the kicker, no sugar, or as little as possible. Merry Christmas to me, no fudge or cookies, or pies. Shame on me really, for sitting on my butt and for not keeping the pie out of my pie hole.
But, the silver lining in all of this is that I now have no choice but to get up of my rather large booty and turn myself into a Baywatch babe. My hubby seems a little worried about all this and I think he's been secretly sabotaging me in all my previous diet attempts. When I tried the Atkins diet a couple of years ago, three weeks into it, for Valentine's day he bought me a two pound box of Godiva chocolates. Hmmmmmm. His girlfriend before he met me, was not overweight when he met her, but weighed I'd say pretty close to 300 pounds when they broke up. I see a pattern forming, don't you?
Anyhoo, it sucks that this happened right before the holidays, but as my doctor told me, "some people have time to take care of things like this and can take the whole getting healthy thing at their leisure, you don't have time, you need to start on this right now". Scary, very scary. My Grandma died from complications from being diabetic and was on dialysis (sp?) for several years and finally one day just gave up. She chose to quit dialysis. She was really tired and I won't even go into all the complications she was having and I guess if I had been her, I would have done the same thing. She died three days after stopping the dialysis, she was 62 years old. I was really close to her and it was really hard to watch my champion die when I was so young myself, just 9 years old. She stood up for me when nobody else would, but that's a whole other story. So to make this very long story short, I can't put myself and my family through something that awful again and my kids deserve a healthy mom to chase after them and beat them with a wooden spoon. That last part is a joke people. I have a hard time spanking my son and an even harder time spanking my daughter. But I would like to live well into my 90's and enjoy being a grumpy old woman and poke people with my cane.