Quaker Quick oats, with seven prunes mixed in while it’s still nice and hot. Additional additions: a splash of Rice Dream (Original Classic) and a handful or so of cashew halves. Adjunct: a nice mug of Eight O’Clock French Roast whole bean coffee. Mmm. Fairly healthy, and definitely delicious.
I`m walking, and I`m blogging–at the same time. This is too cool. Yawn, I know, but it`s new to me and I`m digging it. Man, I love this phone. Now if I just don`t walk into a parked car or a tree or something. . . .
The sun is bright, the sky is cloudless and deep, deep blue. The air is that don’t-forget-you’re-in-Florida mixture of hot and cool. I got a second decent night’s sleep in a row for the first time in something like three weeks. I feel marvellous :^)
But here I sit, drinking coffee. I did get a nap today, maybe an hour’s worth. It’s a quarter ’till eleven, but this coffee is so good, and it goes so well with this General snus. Besides, coffee doesn’t really keep me up that bad.
I’ll just keep telling myself that :^D
It’s weird. I sleep great one night, and the next night I’ll sleep maybe an hour and then I’m up and out of bed. I feel good for a while, then, naturally, I get very tired. I might get a brief nap that restores me somewhat. It’s been every other night like that for so long that my mom noticed it before I could bring it up myself.
Not complaining, I guess, since I get a lot done in those wee hours (and they’re very peaceful), but it would be nice just to be more normal. Maybe I’m just getting too much sleep on the nights I do sleep. Still, after battling miserable insomnia for months, this is a vast improvement.
Blood sugar still high, but at least moving in the right direction, 201 down from 229. Blood pressure not great, but a few points lower than last time: 149 over 85 if I remember correctly. So I’m stage one hypertension to borderline, but maybe more weight loss and continued improved eating can get it down a few more points. It’s never been great. I had a extra sterk snus in (Oden’s licorice) at the time; that might not have helped.
Weight was down four pounds, from 213 to 209 208.* It was [also] 208 on the Winn-Dixie scale yesterday. So four five pounds in four weeks is not too bad, depending on water weight.
I still have yet to nail down a blood glucose testing meter, and life is still crazy. But at least I am alive, and basically healthy, so far as I know. I just have some things to do.
Tomorrow I am to increase the metformin to three pills a day, and the doctor wants to see me in three months.
That was good advice I got today. It’s easier said than done, but I guess I can give it a whirl.
I should have written this down before, in the usual “blog as memory aid” spirit. Of course, when the blog goes, there goes my memory. Of course, I will always have my database backups–if I remember to create them. I smell major fail. Oh, well.
It was November 23 of this year, said year being 2009, when I went to the doctor who, just as I was leaving, decided to stick my finger. A reading of 229, he explained, carries with it the “D” word. “Crap!” I exclaimed. “No, that’s the ‘C’ Word”. Yes, I knew that, but it is easier to say.
So one finger stick and no blood test doesn’t really prove anything, and it’s getting close to two weeks on and I have yet to get a meter. I intended to, and right away. Now, I dunno. I’m going back to see him in a little over two weeks anyway. Meanwhile, I’m mostly being good (except on days like today when I didn’t exercise and ate some sweets). I really don’t want to go blind or lose my extremities or suffer internal organ failure or become impotent or develop heart disease. Anyway, enough about all that, I just wanted to note that 2009-11-23 is the date I discovered I may have diabeetus, and that 2009-11-24 is the date I started metformin.
So, duly noted, and on with my life. I will add a thought that I’ve mentioned to a few people: It felt like middle age walked up and slapped me in the face.
It was also a powerful kick in the pants. I was sort of doing the right things, kind of being serious, but screwing around too much. Now I am much more concentrated–except for the occasional half of an eclair. But hey, it was Mom’s birthday. Right. No excuses.
Oh… even though she may never see this; Happy Birthday, Mom!
Start with some brown rice and a small can of pork ‘n’ beans. Add a few hamburger dill pickle chips, some freshly-ground black pepper, and a couple of dashes of yellow mustard. Stir it a bit, and eat with a few Wheat Thins “Toasted Chips” (Great Plains Multigrain).
It probably sounds a bit weird, and it really is, but it’s surprisingly tasty. And I’m gonna keep telling myself that until I believe it ;^) No, it’s really pretty good. The pickles & mustard & pepper give it a nice little zing.
Finish it off with a small quantity of cold skim milk. Oh, what a good boy am I.
209 lb today. Woo-hoo! ‘Course I dressed as lightly as possible and went up there with nothing but a few sips of water and a snus, but I didn’t expect that needle to end up west of 210. That’s 95 lb below the high-blubber mark, the exact date of which I might rediscover tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure has been, easily, twenty years.
Also, I think I got the best, most nearly-normal night’s sleep I’ve had in just ages. Cutting back on the caffeine and nicotine probably helped, and some lovely (if slightly wacky) conversation apparently didn’t hurt.
NB The wackiness is certainly at least a little bit due to me =)
