Good news has wings
Sep. 29th, 2010 02:48 pmGot my blood test results from this morning back already, and the news is good news. My BG levels are all where they should be, and the doc is taking me off Metformin. But this doesn't mean I get to slack off on my eating - in fact, not having Metformin to be that psychological "best friend and helper" will assist me with keeping my eating on the right track.
My metabolic panel and cholesterol numbers were also right where they should be. The only little blip is that the albumen test for the kidneys came back at exactly the number that's the border of acceptable/too high, and I'm supposed to eat a little less protein. So stay low-carb, back down on the protein a little bit...I'm totally going to have to incorporate a vegetarian meal into my day, aren't I? This is...well, not intimidating, exactly, but not happy-making, because I am still weird and fussy about all-vegetarian dishes. It's partly how they tend to be spiced - lots of onion, lots of bell pepper (which I loathe and refuse to eat), lots of things in the salsa family...stuff I really just don't like. You know how you see festive photos on those magazines in the checkout aisle with "Healthy Heart-Friendly Dishes!" and they're all colorful and look like they're vaguely Tunisian? I hate most of those types of dishes. Too much onion is usually the problem.
I'll help Bemo wolf down a pan of roasted Brussel sprouts, and I'm excited about the butternut squash bisque that I'll be making soon (although that'll have a chicken broth base) so if anybody has ideas for meals in that range, I'd be glad to hear them. Maybe I'll try and do the spaghetti squash with marinara sauce more, too. And roasted carrots are supposed to be fantastic - wasn't there a recipe featuring roasted carrots and ginger floating around the interwebs a while back?
When I was diagnosed, I was 267 lbs. I am now 210 lbs. I still carry weight on my upper arms, my thighs, and my stomach, but there's much less of it, and I can see the weight loss, oddly enough, in my hands and feet and neck and face the most. It's taken me just about a year to lose what I did, and I'm happy that I've been doing it slowly, because it means it won't rebound on me like a rabid boomerang.
My feet don't hurt in the mornings for no apparent reason anymore. The odds of my needing another back surgery have lessened. I can jog easily to the top of the stairs and not have to stop and catch my breath, so I'm not still panting when I get to the person I was wanting to speak with. When I bike to work, it's not much of an effort anymore. If I want to, I could go horseback riding again. I can keep studying aikido. I'm going to start swimming again. And best of all, I can keep fighting off this disease that I carry. Most days, it's really fucking hard to do, and I feel hopeless, like it's already won. So I have to celebrate the victories, and then keep on plodding forward.
Insert uplifting Latin motto here
My metabolic panel and cholesterol numbers were also right where they should be. The only little blip is that the albumen test for the kidneys came back at exactly the number that's the border of acceptable/too high, and I'm supposed to eat a little less protein. So stay low-carb, back down on the protein a little bit...I'm totally going to have to incorporate a vegetarian meal into my day, aren't I? This is...well, not intimidating, exactly, but not happy-making, because I am still weird and fussy about all-vegetarian dishes. It's partly how they tend to be spiced - lots of onion, lots of bell pepper (which I loathe and refuse to eat), lots of things in the salsa family...stuff I really just don't like. You know how you see festive photos on those magazines in the checkout aisle with "Healthy Heart-Friendly Dishes!" and they're all colorful and look like they're vaguely Tunisian? I hate most of those types of dishes. Too much onion is usually the problem.
I'll help Bemo wolf down a pan of roasted Brussel sprouts, and I'm excited about the butternut squash bisque that I'll be making soon (although that'll have a chicken broth base) so if anybody has ideas for meals in that range, I'd be glad to hear them. Maybe I'll try and do the spaghetti squash with marinara sauce more, too. And roasted carrots are supposed to be fantastic - wasn't there a recipe featuring roasted carrots and ginger floating around the interwebs a while back?
When I was diagnosed, I was 267 lbs. I am now 210 lbs. I still carry weight on my upper arms, my thighs, and my stomach, but there's much less of it, and I can see the weight loss, oddly enough, in my hands and feet and neck and face the most. It's taken me just about a year to lose what I did, and I'm happy that I've been doing it slowly, because it means it won't rebound on me like a rabid boomerang.
My feet don't hurt in the mornings for no apparent reason anymore. The odds of my needing another back surgery have lessened. I can jog easily to the top of the stairs and not have to stop and catch my breath, so I'm not still panting when I get to the person I was wanting to speak with. When I bike to work, it's not much of an effort anymore. If I want to, I could go horseback riding again. I can keep studying aikido. I'm going to start swimming again. And best of all, I can keep fighting off this disease that I carry. Most days, it's really fucking hard to do, and I feel hopeless, like it's already won. So I have to celebrate the victories, and then keep on plodding forward.
Insert uplifting Latin motto here