I'm still struggling and learning to live as a person with Type 2 Diabetes. I'm still a person regardless of my diagnosis, a 42 year old woman who happens to have diabetes. There is nothing great or special about me. I'm perfectly imperfect, not destined for greatness.I'm just trying to learn to eat in a way that is not destructive to my body that is obviously insulin impaired. I'm still learning the foods that cause large spikes in my blood sugar and try to avoid that particular food. I'm trying to unlearn the bad habits of 41 years. I knew if I didn't change my eating habits it would become detrimental to my overall health. A disease that can easily be controlled with diet and medication could become deadly if I continued to eat crap. Working in Nursing for 12 years I seen the results of uncontrolled Diabetes, I don't want to end up like that. I changed the food I eat and amount I eat for one reason. To save my own life.
Food was meant to nourish the body. Not as a means to deal with stress or as a form of comfort. Extra carbohydrates, sugar and starchy foods put the extra weight on me. Reducing the amount of caloric intake by eliminating starchy foods, carbs and sugar should allow weightloss to happen more easily. One pound a week or a five pound weight loss in a month is realistic and can easily be done. Weighing less can help me control the diabetes easier and as an added benefit it might help to decrease the pain in an already deteriorating back & left hip. I just hope the pounds disappear from the gut and no where else. My arms and legs remind me as a stick person. I have no hips , you can clearly feel the bones through my skin. I have no ass, my husband calls it a Hank Hill butt (it's flat as a pancake) . My tailbone is visable under the skin because of the lack of padding. My rib cage has no padding!
Even though I was diagnosed almost a month ago, I'm at the beginning of a journey I never asked to travel....
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