it’s been a long while since I’ve posted last, and in that time much has happened. Or not much if you’re relating to bigger, real world issues. But still.
I have now been successfully, well for the most part anyway, living with diabetes for close to four months. In that time I have had some firsts – my first cold. My first bout with the flu (which is still ongoing). My first A1c test.
I am stupidly proud to say that my A1c is at 5.6. I am, by all accounts, “normal”. I’m diabetic, but I’m “normal”. Even my triglycerides are down. So somewhere, somehow, I’m doing this “right”. I would like to say though, that I am far from being a perfect diabetic (there is no such thing) and I am just as prone as the next person to crave things that are on the verboten list and I’ll still eat them anyway.
So in that respect, things are going well.
I’ve also had my “Diabetes for Dummies” class. Finally. I celebrated my three month diaversery with that class. No one likes a know it all though, so much of what was learned were things that I had read on the internet or through many discussions with some fantastic people on WordPress so I kept mostly to myself. I did, however, learn that a 250ml serving of chocolate milk counts as two carb servings. A bit of a letdown? Totally.
Another first: after much fighting for an appointment with a dietician, I have finally seen one! She was well impressed that I had gone from cream to skim milk in my coffee, that red meat wasn’t present at every meal (it wasn’t before I was diagnosed either, but I reckon cutting back has helped with cholesterol and some weight issues) and that I actually was open to exploring a more plant based diet.
Which makes me somewhat sad to have forgotten it’s meatless Monday and I’ve had chicken for lunch.
As of today, I’ve lost a total of 25.4 pounds. I’m well please with the slow, but generally steady progress in this. I will also admit there’s a fair bit of vanity involved in that statement. 🙂
Today marks day 17 of a cough/sniffles that simply does not want to go away. It started with a dry cough, went to full blown flu with laryngitis in less than 24 hours, and now I am left with a nasty cough that, when the mood strikes, makes me sound like an angry seal. It probably didn’t help that, during the week I was off work, I spent my days napping and eating rubbish and totally ignored things like my supplements.
Which brings me to yesterday’s first.
I participated in my first real 5K race. I wogged. Well I mostly walked (I’m not going to lie!), but I did actually jog my way to almost half a kilometer. Doesn’t sound like much, huh? But I am amazingly proud of myself! First of all, I am still sick. I know others who have to be on their deathbeds before they’ll skip a race or a workout or whatever, but I’m not one of those people. A hangnail is usually enough to stop me in my tracks.
I also didn’t have my race kit. Lame excuse? You betcha! But since this was my first race, I didn’t know that they actually do have race kits near the corrals for runners/walkers/joggers to still pick up. So even though I slept, at best, 6 hours, I only managed to get a hold of someone at the race office at 6:57 in the morning (“Get to the course! Your start time is at 8:00!!! There’s still time!!!”) and still had to have a shower and get in my “running” gear, I was out the door by 7:18 and en route to the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. On an empty stomach. Without water.
So I was over dressed (a heavy hoodie and a running jacket and yoga pants does not make for a cool run), sick, hungry, hadn’t trained, but I still did it. And I did it in 52:09. No, not a blazing speed… but can you imagine how much better I’ll be if I’m not sick and I actually train?!
This may have been my first but it absolutely won’t be my last.
So the moral of the story is… it doesn’t matter how old or young you are, continue to have “firsts”. More importantly, find something that you’ll love to do and just do it. Never, ever let diabetes be something that rules your life, you rule it.