Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Why do people say that? It just sounds nasty!

Okay, so anyway....I went to see my endocrinologist. Everything seemed to be in working order.

Good feeling in my feet -- check
Good HemA1c result: 6.8 -- check
Good average bg: 170 -- check
Weight loss: 5lbs -- check

......WHAT?!

Yeah, I was shocked to be told I'd actually LOST weight! I mean, it's not like I've been really trying, except for Monday. Monday I was determined not to eat much at all. I am usually just ravenous all the time and I tend to eat bad stuff when I'm feeling down, too, so you can imagine what affect that has! Gah!

Usually, though, I fail miserably at this. In years past, low blood sugars would ALWAYS result if I didn't eat enough. But with the pump, I can manage that MUCH better! And besides that, when I don't eat as much, I don't require or use as much insulin (which is a fat maker homone, btw, grr!) so it's good all the way around.

IF....I can keep from getting so hungry! But Monday, I did great! I had a large cup of hot tea with milk, a peanut butter cookie (hey, I didn't say I was a saint, did I?) and two slices of cheese...ALL. DAY. LONG.

And the amazing thing is that I didn't get hungry! YEAH!

Today was kinda a bust because Mom insisted I try her potato soup. Then she insisted we have lunch at Rafferty's ® where I ate a delish salad, a bowl of (what else?) baked potato soup and this unbelievable honey cossiant thing. YUM!

But then, I had only a small bowl of sauteed onions for supper. LOL! Now that sounds pretty gross too! I just didn't really want anything else and nothing really sounded good to me.

And that's a good thing.

So back to this missing five pounds....I didn't get too excited about that. The reason being the scales they use in the office.

You wouldn't believe that sucker. Imagine an 24-inch square platform, raised about 4 inches off the floor. Attached to and in front of this platform is a huge dial, probably a foot in diameter, with huge numbers and a long red indicator, like a hand on a clock. And it registers up to 800 pounds

That's right. Eight Hundred Pounds. Eight-Zero-Zero. 800 POUNDS!

It's sorta like this, but an older style obviously, with that gigantic dial right at face level with large black numbers and marks and that red needle. *shudder*

Now any of you who know anything about diabetes know that it's a fat disease. By that I mean it's a metabolic disease and is affected by and affects the way your body handles its intake of food.

If you get overweight as an adult and are predisposed to diabetes, you'll develop Type II Diabetes, which is a disease where your body can't make enough insulin or can't properly use the insulin it makes.

If you develop Type I Diabetes, which is what I have, it is caused by some genetic (they think) defect so that your body stops making insulin altogether. Insulin is the hormone that helps the body use glucose (energy) from your food and gets it into the cells through the bloodstream.

If you're like me and don't get enough exercise and like to eat too much, and you use lots of insulin to keep the blood sugars down...well, you wind up being fat. Because you need so much insulin and well, I don't understand all the dynamic of why, but I have it on good authority that insulin is a fat hormone.

So...I've gained about 20 pounds in the year (pump anniversary is 11/2! Wow!) I've had my insulin pump because for the first time since I was eight years old, I have been able to eat whatever I wanted without getting sicker than a dog from it. But that means I've been pumping a big lot of insulin through to take care of all the goodies.

Guh.

Anyhow, I figure that a scales that has that wide a range might not discern a measly five pounds, ya know? LOL! But I guess I'll take it and be encouraged and keep trying to cut way back on my eating.

The biggest challenge is not getting hungry or wanting to eat what the guys are eating.

*shudder* That is one tall order!

Anyhow...this is a long entry that I meant to keep short and sweet...but had to go wash greens in between, so I lost my train of thought.

It's pretty bad when you lose a whole train.