Oh Em Gee! Ther’s a Light at the End of the Tunnel! June 12, 2014Posted by Rusty in Uncategorized.
Tags: diabetes, Diet, dieting, exercise, family, hips, pain, walking
First things first! Our son finally got his license, AND a CAR! Woo Hoo!!!! This overjoys me. Nearly brings me to my knees when I think about it. I thank my Maker every day for this good fortune! Secondly – they found an apartment! They get the keys in a few weeks. We are nearly giddy with the simple thought of it. I have no idea how they are going to get along – with no dishes, pots, pans, furniture … etc. Not my problem, I suppose. I am SO HAPPY it is not my problem. Go love them all, but I am just ready, so very, very ready to be an empty nester!
So, I’ve still been exercising every week day morning. Just the last two days I have increased my “Mileage” by nearly a mile! It’s so freaking hot out, though. When it’s 96º at seven a.m., you know it’s going to be a little rough. I carry a 64 oz jug with me (Not only provides a much needed liquid refreshment, but a bit of an arm work-out, as well!) and this morning I drank the whole thing on my walk. Here’s my problem. My hips hurt so badly after every walk – all day, until I go to bed, and even then, sometimes, the pain won’t let me sleep or wakes me up. I was trying to think of a way to describe it other than “My legs hurt,” so I can ask my Doc about it at my diabetes check next month, and I realized it isn’t a “Work-out hurt,” like, my muscles ache. It’s my joints. Mainly my hips, but I can feel some pelvic pain, as well. I’ve not researched it at all, YET, but I need to. I need to find out how to alleviate the pain, before my mind starts telling me not working out is better than living in pain.
I haven’t lost any more weight, but my clothes continue to get bigger. Must be something in the wash water stretching them out. Heh. Certainly couldn’t be me getting any smaller. 🙂
As for the diet/exercise helping out the blood sugars – why must everything about me medically be such a mystery?! The Hub’s HbA1c dropped a WHOLE point!! He’s down in the “You’re doing excellent, we might take you off your drugs” range. I go have my blood test next week for my appointment in early July, but my sugars are just as wacky as ever. Exercise is supposed to make your sugars drop. Nope. Not me. Mine actually rise. Eating these very, very low carb servings is supposed to regulate your sugars. Oh, boy. Not me. I range from way too low (57 this morning) to way too high 2 hours after a meal (160’s). Some days are good. Some days I fall just under the radar, and it makes me happy, but other days really suck!! I had better results eating more carbs (We can have one carb serving , i.e. between 11-20 grams of carbs per meal) with other rules and restrictions about between meal snacks that I won’t go into right now. Though I have eaten lower carb since I found out I had diabetes 10+ years ago, I was eating a few more carbs per day, and my sugars were lower. My doc took me off one of my meds, though, and it’s been very difficult to fly within the limits of where my glucose readings should be. It’s very strange, too, that one day I will do fine with a certain carb, yet another day I can eat the very same thing, and the sugars just soar above and beyond the “Cap.” I just don’t get it! It’s really discouraging, too, because this is the first diet I have ever been on (EVER) that I have not cheated, not even once! I’m following the rules precisely, yet I don’t get the results promised. The Hub does …. but I don’t. Many times I have just wanted to give up, but I stick it out, hoping my body will finally realize the correct way to react. Maybe. Right?
We’re going to take a little road trip in a few weeks to go see a dear friend of mine while she’s on a road trip to New Mexico. She’s an “Online friend” but I’ve known her about 17 years. OMG. 17 years. I feel like I have already met her! She’s got a court date for an accident that happened six years ago, and she’s nervous. So we’re going to go and hold her hand and do some sight seeing. Photo ops! I’m too excited bout that aspect of it. We need to get away.
OK, I know you’ve been waiting for it. The bitchy rant. Here it is, I don’t aim to disappoint!
If you need to be somewhere at eight a.m., leaving the house at ten minutes past eight isn’t going to get you there on time. Any time you do it. It’s not gonna happen. If you are given 9 hours notice of a departure time, and you STILL are not ready when the wagon is leaving the gate, you may have some kind of problem. There’s not too much that makes me more irate than being late for something when *I* am ready on time. Just sayin’.
Gotta run, no time to check for errors – my apologies, I am sure there are some. Especially because my “D” key still sticks. 🙂