For the past month or so, my blood sugar readings have been very unstable. Some mornings, it would be 125. Others, 165. By the way, for a person to be diagnosed as a type 2 diabetic, you have to have two separate readings of 126 or higher of a fasting blood sugar, within a month's time. This means I am clearly diabetic.
I am blessed in that while I haven't gained any weight since my diagnosis almost two years ago, I also haven't lost much. I yo-yo up and down, generally within a 10 lb range. I guess I've hit my plateau. I went back on Metformin (my husband doesn't know) and that didn't help either. Well, I've done medication, I've done exercise; time to add on the part I dread. A better eating plan. Notice I didn't say "diet." It was either change this, or start insulin injections. I'm not scared of needles but damn I don't want to go there. Kicking and screaming, I'm back on Atkins.
So far, so good. I'm on day 2. The first day was torture. I never realized how much I snack on crap during the day. Having to actually think about what I'm putting in my mouth takes more effort than I thought. I haven't caved yet at all. Why did I say "yet?" I'm not going to cave. I keep walking past my pantry which has chips, cookies, and sugar, and I keep walking past it. I have the willpower to succeed. And that number right there? Makes the sugar withdrawal all worthwhile. 111 in the middle of the day? UNHEARD OF. Also, I test my sugar three to four times a day. Can you imagine doing this all the time? Think about that. Diabetes is no joke. So far, the scale is not moving much. But my blood sugar numbers are making me smile for the first time in a long time. That alone is making me happy. I started Atkins on Monday, and I will let you all know next Monday if I lost any weight. Tonight, i am making pan fried chicken in olive oil with garlic, plus adding salsa on top with more water. Been drinking a ton of water lately. Loving it too!