To quote Professor Hubert Farnsworth, “Good news, everyone!”
I had my fasting blood drawn this morning and after several stabs…
(That’s four, four painful sticks of a needle. I’m a nightmare draw.)
…my blood was drawn. And this afternoon I got the result of my A1C (and of my chem 14, but I wasn’t nearly as anxious about that result).
At the end of December, my A1C was 10.2. That was the A1C that got my surgery cancelled. The A1C that legit scared me.
I’m pleased to report that as of this morning, my A1C is down.
It’s not 9.5.
It’s not 8.5.
Wait for it…
You have no idea how excited I was to see that number. Especially since I know I didn’t apply myself nearly as much to the getting healthy process as I should’ve. But, as much as I blame the flu for me falling off the wagon of eating right and logging of food & blood sugar numbers, I’m thinking the flu actually deserves my thanks. See, I spent almost all of February sleeping, and when I ate, it wasn’t tons.
Now, I just have to try even harder to be good.
The only bad news? I’ve lost no weight. Zero. So, I’m sure that’s not going to thrill my doctor, but she should be happy about that 2.4 point (really hoping my mental math is right) drop of my A1C, right? Hopefully, this’ll keep me from having to go on insulin. Plus, since I’m below 8.0 my ob-gyn is going to be willing to consider doing my surgery again!!!!
I’m in a quandary.
If you’ve been here over the last month, you know that I’m starting the process of bringing my blood sugar down and getting my diabetes back into the realm of “Controlled.”
I’m making sure I’m taking my meds religiously (even though they make me feel like crap 24/7). Since January 8th, I’ve not had one sugar reading over 200. I’m seeming to stay between 120-140. I know there’s room for improvement, but considering that I was consistently in the 220-240 range a little over a month ago, I’m happy to be where I am.
Not only am I supposed to be lowering my blood sugar numbers, I’m also supposed to be losing weight.
And that’s not happening.
I’m stuck. I’ll lose 5 pounds, and then those five pounds immediately come back. And then I’ll lose them again, just to find them back a few days later. It’s a frustrating, brutal cycle.
I’m stressing out so much about the weight not cooperating (and stress is really, just about the best thing for blood sugar numbers…not!). I’ve only got until the end of March to show improvement, or I’m facing insulin.
I don’t want to go on insulin! It’s not even something I can afford to think about having to do.
So, that’s my quandary. How do I get the weight to come off and stop coming back? It’s not like this is a new challenge, either. I’ve been fighting this losing weight battle for so long now, I’m at my wit’s end.
-It’s a new week.
-There’s less than a month left of political ads being everywhere.
-Not having to go on insulin.
-The snow we had last week melted pretty quickly.
Okay, I’m out for the night, I’ve got a giant test in the morning.