Not looking a gift horse in the mouth

I had my last doctor's appointment of the month this morning, and it went surprisingly well. I've been stressed out the past three months or so, as some of you know. Things not in my control have been weighing heavily on my mind. Add that to the serious lack of exercise due in part to my foot being uncooperative, and I was expecting to see my nice 6.9 Hba1c look more like an 11 (which in this case is not a good thing despite what the members of Spinal Tap say.)

Here's the report.

 

!!!!!

 

My husband says not to look a gift horse in the mouth, my doctor says I must thrive on stress. I say...well, when I figure out what to say I'm sure it will be a smashing reply. To say that I am pleased would be an understatement.

 

I cannot figure out what I did either, which is frustrating. I certainly haven't been eating well, though I am now more inspired to get on MyFitnessPal.com...which sucks because I can't remember my password and I can't remember the password for the email address I used to sign up for it. Anyways, my point is that if I did know what it was I had done to get better control while seemingly having worse control I would tell you.

 

I gave up caffeine and am trying to stay away from aspartame if at all possible, which has limited my drink selections but I don't think has given me better control over my diabetes. I've been trying to at least eat less throughout the course of the day, which usually ends with me binge eating at night when I would usually be exercising. Seriously, I'm at a total loss here. I'm pondering and think I come to a conclusion that makes sense but...

 

If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?

Strangely enough seeing that I'm doing better than I thought has really made me want to do better. I have plans this summer that I want to be in better shape for, and I have long term plans that I need to be in better shape for, so knowing that I am harder on myself about my health and that I am closer to that 5.9 than I was six months ago is actually really motivating. I'm going to get a stationary bike so I can work out while watching How I Met Your Mother. I'm going to remember my password to My Fitness Pal and start using it again. I can get this!

Now if we could just get this off of my kitchen table...

Not a lie.

 



Where's the Doctor?

I don't know if it was a conscious decision or not, but most of my doctors all have offices along the same street. In my head I've started to call this street Doctor Row. And this month I'll have spent way more time on Doctor Row than I want to. It's not that I'm sick- well, not any sicker than usual. I'm trying to take better care of myself...and it seems whenever I do that all hell breaks loose.

Nothing a sonic screwdriver won't fix...

 

I went to see the optometrist first, because I was overdue for my yearly check up. Now I have a prescription that is not much different from the one I am currently using but didn't want to shell out $150 for new sunglass frames. My insurance helps to pay for new lenses every year but new frames every other  year...not sure how that works, exactly, but since I can't very well be without my glasses long enough for them to send them out to have the lenses put in and sent back I guess I...alternate between sunglasses and regular ones? I don't know.

 

 

He's already TARDIS blue!

 

After that came a totally unplanned trip to the podiatrist, where I learned that wearing cheap shoes for most of my life has resulted in plantar fasciitis, a nice doctory way of saying "Damn, it hurts to walk." Basically it's inflammation of the thick tissue (the plantar fascia) on the bottom of your foot. It's what connects your toes to your heel and helps form your arch. I'm only allowed to swim and bicycle for exercise until it heals. No Walking/Running/Jogging. Well, No Pool, and Not Able To Swim Anyway because of Dex Sensor Permanently Attached to My Stomach. And also No Bike. And NO GYM MEMBERSHIP because that's just throwing money away if you're me. I never thought I'd miss exercising until I was medically instructed not to do it.

 

Truth.

 

This morning I am going to get blood work done for my appointment with my endocrinologist next week. I had to hit up a quick- care this weekend already for another infection that needed antibiotics, so by the time February is over I'll have been to the doctor (including the follow up next week with my podiatrist) six times.

 

Ugh. At this rate I'll need a time machine in order to make it to all these appointments. Somebody get me in touch with The Doctor...

 

 



CAUTION: May Be Habit Forming

I just did a thirty minute cross training routine. My legs feel like Jell-O. I am sweaty and the dogs keep trying to lick the salty from my face. I am parched and have already downed 16 ounces of nice cold h2o. I feel a little gross and am in desperate need of a shower...

But I could get used to this. It's a good feeling.

I've been done now for about five minutes or so and my breathing has returned to normal so I'm actually in pretty good shape as it is. I want to be better, though. I want to be toned. I want to be healthy. And I want to be taking less figgin' insulin.

$70 bucks a bottle, retail.

 

I've noticed that when I exercise more and eat less I use less insulin. (I know, it's a wonder I haven't won the Nobel Prize for smarts.) I have plenty of reasons to bust my butt and get in better shape, but  when I get around to exercising I still feel like it's an even worthy of a blog. It shouldn't be. It should be status quo. It should be a blog worthy event when I don't exercise.

 

I've been tossing around the idea of getting a gym membership and getting a personal trainer. Maybe having someone nag me and tell me what I'm doing wrong (and right) would help. The weather is getting nicer...I could try to take up running again. I don't know why I want  to exercise but never seem to be motivated enough to actually do it.

 

Okay...that just doesn't look right at all.