And 13 more makes 25
I realized as I went to write this post that, once again, I didn’t write anything while at home. There is a simple reason for this: at home we have a dial-up connection. And it’s not even decent dial-up. I’m convinced that the local internet provider has hired kids to run, physically, the data from their office to our house, hence the maddeningly slow connection speed.
I don’t have the patience for being on the internet while at home. A simple attempt to get online results in a heinous spill of foul language that makes even Maggie wince in horror.
Hedon manages to put up with the dial-up, though. I’m convinced it’s due somehow to Fernando, who likely entertains Hedon with replays of favorite scenes from “G.I. Jane” while she waits 10 minutes for the results of a simple Google search.
We could go DSL, I suppose, but I can’t justify the price considering how little time we spend at home. And the broadband gizmo we use in the truck can’t get a signal in our valley, so that’s no good. Basically, to save everyone’s sanity, I avoid the internet at all costs while I’m at home.
And that is why it took me so long to write and say –
Yippee! In the last five weeks, I lost 13 more pounds! And that makes 25 total pounds lost. Not too shabby.
I’m actually very surprised. When I arrived home, I didn’t feel like I had lost any more weight. It was a shock to see that 13 pounds were gone. It’s encouraging, since I was definitely low on enthusiasm at the time. Seeing results really helps to keep you going.
My diet is actually fairly simple. I keep calories at 1400 to 1500 a day. I count carbs, and allow myself 45 at lunch and dinner, and 15 at breakfast and for any snacks I might eat. I try to keep any fats as healthy as possible (like with olive oil), limit red meat, only eat whole grains, have lots of salads and vegetables, do what I can to reduce sodium intake (which is extremely difficult out here on the road), and try to get in a dairy choice when I can.
In general, I’m just trying to form eating habits I can live with for the rest of my life. I will say, though, that I have been a bit extreme of late in the limiting of carbs, rarely eating even close to my limit of 45 at the two main meals. I have the D.O.T. physical coming up at the end of this month, and I’m getting a bit panicky.
My blood sugar numbers are good during the day, usually at 95-115 prior to meals and about 130-145 after meals. The problem is my fasting level. It is always, always, no matter what I do, in the 130 to 150 range. I discussed this with my doctor last week, but he doesn’t want to increase my medication (only the dose I take before bedtime), until he can get a new A1C, which he can’t do until my next time home, when a good three months will have passed since I was diagnosed and began treatment. So … sigh.
He is pleased with my progress so far, but I’m still worried about the fasting numbers. It’s this D.O.T. physical coming up. I know it’s all going to come down to luck of the draw — a doctor who’s a hardass, a moderate, or an I-don’t-give-damn-just-hand-over-the-money type. I believe I can win over a moderate, but a hardass, who knows. And what if they do an A1C? It’s still pretty early for that. My A1C when diagnosed was 10, for God’s sake, and that was only two months ago.
I’ve considered going all Atkins over this, and dropping the carbs to the point that I completely deplete my carb store, and go into ketosis. I’ve got serious reservations about that, though, since I’m not sure how the doctor doing my physical would respond when they see I’m in ketosis, which they would discover with the urine sample we have to give. I don’t even know if it would much help my fasting levels anyway. Seems like it would, what with my carb store being depleted, but hell, I don’t know.
Well … I’m doing my best to contain my agitation and worry over all this. It’s just not easy to do when your job is hanging in the balance. But like Hedon reminds me, even if the worst case scenario were to happen and I lost my job (which is likely since I’m extremely doubtful TWMNBN will give me leave for more time to get a better A1C), it’s not the end of the world. And it’s true. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but it would suck … seriously, seriously suck.
Okay, enough angst-ing. I can only do what I can do. And I feel like I’ve done a good job so far. I just need to quit worrying about what I can’t control and let what’s going to happen just happen. Now, if I repeat that to myself a million times between now and the end of the month, maybe I’ll still be sane come the end of the month.
Meanwhile, 25 pounds! Hurrah!