I would like to share something that happened today,,but first let me go back a bit..Four months ago I was in crisis mode I was depressed, over weight, had no energy, my BGL was out of control and I was losing the ability to walk due to 50 years of smoking and letting my diabetes get the upper hand.
Nick1962 had made an interesting comment in a post." Going to war with your diabetes" And i did just that. Anytime I set a goal for myself that will require some deep down effort, that's how I approach it..My goal was to regain the use of my legs and anything that stood in the way was now my #1 enemy
I went on insulin, changed my diet, started to exercise and quit smoking all this caused me to drop 20lbs..Now I was ready to attack my legs..I bought a cane and every day I went down to the park and tried to walk the one mile track with out having to stop..Let me just point out this track is not on level ground..It follows the natural con tor of the rolling hills of Virginia..One of these rolling hills soon turned into my mountain of pain..It was on that hill that I promised myself when I am able to walk this with out the cane I would bend it and hang it on my wall..I reached that goal with help of so many of you that were behind me pushing, when I wanted to stop. That's the cane I am pointing to in my profile picture.
A normal person at that point would have been happy with themselves and I was thrilled for about 2 days.Now I needed a new goal to reach for..At this point I can barely walk the track and there is still some pain involved in doing it.So in a moment of insanity I set my current goal,,which is to be able to jog this track by summers end.
I go down there everyday and push myself to walk it at nice pace,,the hills still slow me down and the Mountain of pain is now the hill of pain..Now we are getting to the point of all this..I needed something to keep me motivated. I was starting to have a moment of doubt. But every day I would notice this little gray hair man that I thought was my age jogging the track..He became my motivation, if he could do I can do it too.
Today when he came jogging towards me in his picture of good health I pointed at him and said "you are my inspiration" He stopped and smiled and said really? yes really I replied..Well we stopped and talked,his name is Larry and guess what,, he too was diabetic T2.. Turns out he also at one time was on 2000 mgs of metformin plus blood pressure and cholesterol medicine and that he had lost 80 lbs..Larry is only5'2" he must of looked like a bowling ball back then.. He goes on to tell me when he first started he couldn't walk the track once and now he is med free..Controls it with diet and exercise..How many laps do you jog? 6 miles a day was his reply,,I didn't want to hold him up any longer and as he started to jog off, I had to ask..Hey Larry how old are you,He just turned and smiled "I'm 74"
That did it..It was the little push I needed to keep going..Larry truly motivated me today and I hope this story helps to keep others motivated as well..Stay strong in your fight
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