So, about a year ago, I suddenly gained about 10 pounds, dashing my last little "excuse" (but at least I've never hit 400). This last year, especially summer, has been really stressful. Stressful work, freaking out about turning 30 next summer...and so on. I knew my blood sugar was high, so when we had a free wellness screening at work, I signed up. The next day my doctor's office called. "We need to see you right away, you're diabetic." Nothing new to me. Back in college they put me on Metformin, even Byetta when it very first came out. I gave it a half-hearted attempt for a few years, then I went to Russia to study for 10 months. I lost 70 lbs, and didn't need medicine. Of course being back home, I gained some back, then more, and finally 400. So yesterday I go to see the Diabetes Educator. I liked her a lot. We talked easily, and she was not patronizing. Then I talked to the dietician. I'd been there once before; I knew what was coming. She said you can this many milk choices, this many starches, this much fruit, and so on, to equal 1200-1400 calories a day. So, half grudgingly, and half trying to be positive, I planned out what I would eat today. I've stuck to it, but I'm hungry. This is somewhere between a 600-1500 calorie deficit. It's way less protein than I normally eat, and more carbs than I'm used to (proportionally). I entered everything on SparkPeople and got 1180 calories, but according to what I should eat, I only have .5 tbsp of "fat" left to eat today.
OK. This will be an adjustment. This will be hard. Hopefully now I will find the support I need to succeed. And I hope mom will follow along. I CAN'T go into my 30's like this!
Here we go...again.
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