Last Wednesday, I had the pleasure to attend a diabetes information class at Florida Hospital in Orlando. It was so informative. My brain hurt when I left and I'm pretty sure I was drooling, but it was worth it to me to use one of my last vacation days of the year to attend the class.
I admit, I'm still confused. I'm still not sure why diabetics are supposed to eat so many carbs. I had a registered dietician make a plan specifically for me; today is my first day following it. I had a bigger breakfast than I'm used to, and I didn't even eat the entire thing. In fact, I still have an entire fruit serving I need to get in before lunch. And they took away my two servings of half n half in the morning; now I only get one. I don't know if I'm going to go down to only cup of coffee a day, or just find a no-fat dairy creamer to replace it.
I also need to test my blood sugar four times a day. That's a lot of sticks. My fingers are going to be killing me. My fasting blood sugar this morning was 108 which is quite low for me, and that's good. I am truly hoping to be able to get off this awful metformin (it gives me the worst diarrhea ever, so sorry if that's TMI) and control this thing with only diet and exercise.
My weight is back up to 266, but that's still ten pounds less than when I started my journey back in June. I intended to be at the gym on my lunch break today, but my mom just decided to pop over, so now I'm guessing I'll just ride my bike around the block a few times instead. My kids haven't been to the gym in weeks, if not months, so I'm going to start Monday and Thursday night workouts at the Y with them. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are church nights for us.
I'm hoping to be at 250 by Christmas. It's a small goal, but doable I think with this plan and working out, too.