Time to make a change.

I finally went back to the doctor to talk about my blood results. I am nearly diabetic. As the doctor was explaining glycemic values and insulin and cells with doors with keys that are a little bent I just kept thinking, is she talking to me?
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh is what I kept saying still looking for the person she was directing the lecture towards.

This may explain why I always felt wretched after those glucose tolerance tests while I was pregnant and why I always failed the one hour test. It explains a lot about why I feel drugged after eating like crap.

So what does nearly diabetic mean? Well, apparently my body is leaning towards becoming a type II diabetic if I keep living the way I currently live. If I start eating a strict diet and exercising then I might be able to put off the actual full blown type II diabetes forever or until I'm too old to care.

I eat a lot of good foods already but I add a lot of high sugar sweets to that diet. So no more refined sugars, no more Hot tamales chased by a bag of Reisens, no more cake, cookies, frosting or caramels. Basically my doctor said don't eat anything unless it comes out of the ground, falls off a tree, walks or swims. Could I eat my children, they walk?

I can do this. It will be a bit of an adjustment especially since I'm making the kids join my plight until I'm really disciplined.

Maybe I'll loose a bunch of weight and get in really good shape....har! har! har!

This makes my garden's success much more critical. I put all the spinach and greens in the garden today and a few peas, although I can't eat a lot of peas.

I'll keep you all up to date on my new forced way of living. I think it's good that I have to do this. It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle. I'm going to be the person at the party turning down the margarita and passing the piece of cake to the person next to me.