In November of 2011, I was confronted with a realistic fear of becoming diabetic. My new doctor called with the results of lab work that showed I was hovering above the threshold of that disease. A few days earlier in her office, my blood pressure had been higher than normal as well. My diet was terrible. Therefore, I wasn’t too surprised to learn that my check-up and lab results were poor.
Now six months later, I am doing virtual cartwheels as I received my latest lab results, and the doctor’s sweet note that I’m no longer pre-diabetic. The sacrifice of sugary treats has paid off. Not only has the threat of diabetes been stopped in its tracks, but my cholestrol was normal as well. I couldn’t be more thrilled. I know that with positive changes, bad things can be reversed.
Does this mean I’m going to revert back to old habits? Not a chance! I know that eating poorly will easily bring the dangers back. I want to continue on this healthier path. It can only get better.
As for my husband, I wish he would make changes too. I have worried about him since before we were married. A friend mentioned that she’d noticed he was getting heavier and maybe if I talked to him, he’d change that. I look back now and though he was heavy then, he’s much, much heavier now. It doesn’t do any good to talk to him about his weight. He rarely mentions it. The sad irony is that his weight is the proverbial “elephant in the room”. But he has to want to change. As Dr. Phil always says “you can’t change what you don’t acknowledge”.
Certainly, for a long time, that was true for me. The lab results in November forced me to acknowledge the truth. We really are what we eat. I’m committed to keeping these better eating habits in place. In another six months from now, I want to be trimmer and healthier.
It’s nice to know that I’ve affected good changes and so have medications (for my still pesky hyperthyroid) Onward I go, offering up a humble prayer that my dear, sweet husband will start to affect his own changes. I’m pinning lots of hope on that.