(I didn’t realize until yesterday I put the wrong date on the previous post, so I apologize for any inconvenience this caused you. I had no intention of changing my regular post days of every Tuesday and Friday, and I have trouble picking out the days on the Windows 10 calendar for some reason.)
I’m going to go back in time a bit. Sometime shortly after I announced my hiatus, I visited my primary care doc for my annual checkup. Earlier in that week, when I’d been to the VA for a different appointment, I’d visited the lab to have my blood drawn for tests.
For a long time, one of my doc’s concerns has been my weight and the possibility of diabetes, especially since it runs in my family. My grandfather and an aunt on my mother’s side of the family both had/have diabetes, and my grandmother on my father’s side may have had it. With my weight slowly climbing and my mostly sedentary lifestyle, my doc was fairly certain I’d become diabetic.
So, during my visit with her on the 20th of last month, she told my my A1C (I think that’s what she said she had tested) was .1 above the cutoff for diabetes. I wasn’t very surprised, or even very upset. We discussed the fact I’d seen a dietitian and she’d approved my eating habits, which I’m cleaning up one thing at a time so I don’t go on unhealthy binges because I’ve made a sweeping exclusion of things I like and/or rely on for some reason currently.
And my doc told me she wanted me to exercise to control it. I expressed disappointment that the walks I’d been taking hadn’t done much to help me lose weight, then told her about the gym catty corner to my apartment on my block. Then, when I got home, I went right to that gym and got a membership. Luckily, they had a sign-up special going.
Since starting there, I’ve lost about 5 or 6 pounds. I’m enjoying the workouts and have seen a fitness person at the gym to help me work out an exercise regimen that’s working for me.
I’m struggling a little with the fitness stuff this week, primarily because I’m not sleeping well and I’ve felt exhausted when I get up. I’ve had two all-nighters since Friday of last week, and that hasn’t helped. Thankfully, this doesn’t seem to be a full bipolar manic swing, though I definitely wish I was getting better sleep. I’m hoping this will straighten out by the end of the week so I can do my fitness stuff next week; I hesitate to do it when I’m feeling exhausted because I’m afraid of injuring myself.
My doc wants to see me again in December for another checkup. My appointment’s set for the 17th at 10:30.