Ugh. I've been on blood pressure meds for a few years, and my doctor is conscientious about keeping up with what's going on with my health. I had a full blood work exam a month ago along with an echo cardiogram, and today I enjoyed a nice leisurely ride on the stationary bike stress test machine. Weeee!
I aced all of that, but for the first time ever the A1C test came back high. It was 6.9, so Doctor John told me I'm now officially diabetic and just short of needing medication. In other words, I can still fix this on my own. He's going to administer the test in 90 days to see how the average has changed based on what I do to fix it.
His office called me a couple weeks ago and set today up, letting me know that it was all about the sugar. So my wife and I preemptively went no sugar/low sugar in everything. We've been doing that since, and it really hasn't been hard at all, other than feeling as if I could lie down and drink chocolate from a vat like a college boy with a contraband keg.
During that time I've lost 7 pounds and I really do feel a lot better. I haven't felt this "well" in many years, so no matter what happens, the diet lifestyle is here to stay, grrrr. Now the quest begins in earnest for good sugar free desserts, because I have 28 sweet teeth. It was my daughter's birthday on the 7th, and my wife baked a separate totally sugar-free cake for me so I wouldn't be left out of the happy-smiling-eating. She found some Pillsbury sugar-free icing and cake mix, so it wasn't much trouble for her and it was pretty good. I've discovered that the main difference in that sort of thing versus sugar-foods is that the sugar-free cake tends to seem drier and maybe a touch gritty. Sometimes almost like the pecan sandy cookie-type grittiness. I assume it's a byproduct of being prepackaged. The icing was as good as anything "normal" I've ever had.
It's funny in a nauseous, regretful sort of way how as soon as you're told that sugar is poison for you, every coworker you have seems to decide to bring cookies, cakes, pies and every other kind of no-no to work and leave them sitting around in your direct line-of-sight. And not a box of Little Debbie cakes either…I'm talking luscious stuff right from the doughnut shop and the local bakeries.
And they usually say, "Aren't you even going to try some?" Sugar Yoda then whispers in my ear, "There is no try…there is only eat all of it". So, no thanks, I'll just be miserable. That earns me a weird look, and I die a little more inside, but I live a little longer outside.
Since today has been kind of stressful with my life-changing bad news, I won't get into a whole lot else, but I'm glad to have found the site. I hope I can be of some help to someone, somehow.
Happy day, and the quest for sweet sweet chocolate goes on.
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