Type 2 Diabetes – How I got here.
Who would have thought I would be writing about type 2 diabetes. I was Mr. “I can eat anything”. How things have changed.
Never say never
These were my life declarations:
I said:
- I will never use artificial sweeteners
- I will never drink diet pop (“soda” to some)
- I will never eat fish
- I don’t eat a lot of sweets
- I have to have my bread
You get the picture; I was not going to change my lifestyle or my eating habits. I thought I had it all under control.
Lost the battle, but not the war
I’ve been fighting type 2 diabetes for years now. With the right pills and a controlled diet everything would be fine, so I thought. I took the pills (sort of) but the controlled diet never happened (couldn’t find a sugar-free Krispy Kreme). My weight was a factor, however I wasn’t extremely over weight just a little, say 20 pounds or so. Last Christmas things got a bit crazy and I did gain a bit from stress eating. I talk a bit more about stress and type 2 diabetes in another post here.
Reality of type 2 diabetes rears its ugly head
I’m getting ready for another misson trip and make an appointment with my physician. The good doctor (he is a good doctor) looks at my blood work and doesn’t like what he sees; tells me I’m maxed out on pills and I need to start using insulin. Epiphany! Revelation! Scared!!
Time for a change
I needed to change my diet. I did. I monitor my sugar now, poking myself two or three times a day, recording everything I eat. Low carb high protien diet is helping me lose weight (13 pounds so far). I see what my old eating habits were killing me.
God has a great sense of humor. I have to be careful whenever I say “I will Never”.
- I NOW like diet soda (pop)
- I NOW like Splenda® (use it in my coffee)
- I NOW will eat fish ocasionally (I didn’t say never, didn’t say always either. I’m not fond of fish.)
- I cut out the sweets
- I cut way down on the bread
I want to see my grandchildren graduate and get married. See my great grandchildren too.
I need to live right to live long.
Anybody agree with me?
Grampa