Name: DeeAnna M
Location: Grandview, MO
When I first learned that I had diabetes, I was both relieved and frustrated. Relieved to find out why I had been feeling so awful the past few months, and frustrated (and angry) to find out that my body had finally become my enemy.
When I first learned that I had diabetes, I was both relieved and frustrated. Relieved to find out why I had been feeling so awful the past few months, and frustrated (and angry) to find out that my body had finally become my enemy. After the years of abusing it with my carbohydrate addictions and inactivity, along with an extra 100 pounds or so of weight, how dare it turn on me?!!
I thought about starting a blog or a diary of my journey through the newly discovered obstacle course of diabetes, armed only with pills, a pamphlet food plan, and the ever-present glucose meter. My fingertips ached from testing, my stomach rumbled, and my head spun with counting carbs and reading nutrition labels.
I gradually learned that testing my blood sugar on the sides of my fingers was less painful, that I could successfully negotiate a restaurant meal, and that my headaches were my body's way of rebelling against lowering my blood sugar. I began to get comfortable with carb counting and the nutrition guidelines and with remembering to take my meds. Too comfortable. I started to get complacent.
I'd "forget" to test my blood sugar in the mornings if I knew I had overdone it on a dessert the night before. I'd fudge (ooooh, fudge!) the carb counting if the meal looked particularly appealing. Having no insurance made things worse - I'd skip my night dose of meds, thinking I was stretching out the number of pills I had left. Saving money and putting off seeing a doctor due to lack of insurance (and ignoring my body's cries for help) was my way of addressing the issue. Eventually I learned that if you don't test enough, the strips expire before you use them. All that wasted money!
If you skip the exercise (and you guessed it, I was "skipping" not skipping), your body will fight back. My blood sugar went back up to the 170 range (fasting!) and I started to feel fat and depressed again.
Rather than feed my depression and my food addictions, I'm fighting back. I've gone to the clinic and gotten my labs tested again. I feel like I'm starting from ground zero again. I'm struggling to stick to a different diet now, much stricter in carbs and higher in green leafy veggies, protein, and exercise. It's still hard, and I'll stumble a few times on the obstacle course, but my body and I are a team now. Wish me luck!