Monday, 5 August 2013
After a routine urine test, the doctor came back into the examination room. He frowned at the paper he held in his hand. "Your urine came back with traces of glucose," he said. "I want to send you for more bloods." I took the paper and left.
The next morning found me [starving] at the blood drawing station. Four tubes and one bruise later, I left. The entire next week found me exclaiming at anyone who would listen, "I lost all of this weight and I might have diabetes anyway!" I was angry.
Never mind that I had abused my physical body for many years via the ingestion of large quantities of sugary snacks, not eating breakfast or lunch consistently, several experiences with yo-yo dieting, and little attention to nutrition. Even my aborted experience in TOPS and a "successful" maintenance of a 65 pound weight loss for more than a year did not result in consistent healthy eating habits. And yes, in one year's time, I had gained back 24 pounds of the 65 pounds that I had lost.
I made a decision. The night after my bloods were drawn, I decided to begin to follow a healthy eating plan regardless of whether or not I had diabetes. And I did. I have eaten breakfast every day since that night. I have eaten lunch every day since that night. I have eaten fruits and vegetables every day since that night. I have concentrated on healthy snacks instead of garbage snacks.
I went back to the doctor the following week. I had lost two pounds. "Your bloods came out normal," he said. I told him that I had been talking with acquaintances who have diabetes type II and I have found no one that follows their prescribed food plans. "That's why we have so many bad diabetics here," he told me. "By 2050, one of every three Americans will have diabetes II."
It is now a week later. I am still following a healthy eating plan. I think I could get used to this.
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