Listen. You’ll Hear.

November 10, 2009 - 12 Comments by Mishelle - Me, Myself, and I

Almost three weeks ago I received a wake up call.

I was on the couch, at 10:30am, with  my head pounding, and after three cups of coffee I still couldn’t seem to wake up.  The world of loud children and sippy cups that needed freshening up and trains and ‘is it my computer time now’ swirled around me.  The pounding in my head clouded everything.

I heard myself whisper, “Go test your blood sugar.  It’s high,” and Lord only knows how I got up.

I dug my meter, the forgotten about meter, out of the back of the pantry.  I changed the needle, put in a new barrel of strips, washed my hands, pricked my finger, milked the blood from the tiny hole, and held it to the strip.    The meter read WAY TO FUCKING HIGH.

I didn’t panic.  I didn’t pause.  I got a big glass of water and I ordered everyone out of the house.   We walked for a while, ate lunch, and when I tested later in the day it was much lower.  It was still high, but it was lower.

Then…

I got depressed.  I got all gloom and doom.  I got all woe is me.

Then…

I woke up.  I re-learned what I’d already learned a while back.  I took action.

I stopped eating sugar and refined carbohydrates.  I vowed to rid myself of the toxicity that I had allowed myself to fall back in love with. Yes, in love with.  The toxicity of using food to feel good; the taste buds have always fulfilled me, but they could also kill me.   So, I decided right then and there that I would not let myself contribute to my own demise.

I have since lost ten pounds.  Seriously, sugar bloats me, I know.  Sad but true.

I have monitored my blood glucose levels in the morning, one hour after eating, and two hours after eating.

I am learning.  Every day I learn something new about what I eat, how much I eat, why I eat.

I can live without sugar.  I can still have some and I won’t deny myself treats, here and there, but I will not abuse myself anymore.

I don’t want to be skinny.

I do want to be healthy, though.

I am Type 2, but I will not always be Type 2.  Mark my words.

I’m in charge of this one body that has been assigned to this one soul.

I heard the whispers and I’m growing.

This is {NaBloPoMo}