Just left my Doctor’s office. Great news. Because my A1C bloodwork came back at 6.6. It is the lowest A1C I have ever recorded. To tell the truth (since I lied all those years before), I was surprised it was that low. I mean, the test measures your average blood sugar levels over a period of three months, and that was November, December, and January. November—I ate way more than usual. I even had two glasses of egg nog (homemade, but before I add the liquors to it). Still, the remaining ingredients were not exactly healthy for me: sugar, eggs, whole (fat) milk, I also ate leftovers: mashed and gravy, whipped-cream fruit salad, green bean casserole, and that lasted into December—Again, I ate more, but in addition, I did some baking over the holiday season. Several different fruit cobblers, cookies, tortes, and banana bread. I am not allowed to eat ANY of those things, save for very small portions (you KNOW I can’t have gravy!).
January—I was a good boy after the first two weeks of the New Year when I stopped eating leftovers. Pretty much a one-sided dictum issued by domestic despot Osama bin KAREN, my cell, er I mean soulmate. But to all you diabetics that aren’t giving diabetes its due, you are choosing instead insomnia, loss of limbs, as well as the attack on your eyesight, liver, and other internal organs.
I’m sure you will make the right one for you and your loved ones.
I am not preaching; I just know it can be done. I did it, but as much as I feel like I am floating on a pink cloud, I am smart enough to realize the battle not to drink or eat sugar will remain with me for the rest of my life. Alcoholism doesn’t get cured; only endured and dealt with.
I am back to my regular diet and I want to see if my next AIC in May drops below 6, I f it does, I will see how many medications I currently take that I can stop.
Attitude. When it became important to me to make changes in my life, that’s when the process started. It was already important to my wife and my family, but only when I saw my early denouement on the horizon, did it hit home. Gone now are the yummy, pink-frosted donuts and other poison I used to absolutely love.
So if you can change your attitude to one of survival and positivity, you are home.
It won’t be easy. But it’ll be well worth it, and maybe keep you alive a little longer. Because as fucked up as this world can be, it can also be a very magical, beautiful place.