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One Year After…

As promised, this post is for my pals who have been emailing me lately, struggling with diabetes and/or prediabetes.  A little bit of hope, if you will.  It’s been approximately 1 year (give or take a few months) since I’ve “cured” my type 2 diabetes through getting the heck up off my patookus and doing something about it.  The real test once you’ve been off of diabetic medications, though, is being able to maintain that control so that you don’t end up right back at diabetic hole square one.  This past Friday I had my quarterly doctor appointment… and the vampire doctor took approximately 89 gallons of my blood to do pretty much every test in the book and also to make some blood pudding for a shindig later that night… don’t quote me on that part.  I’ve always wondered why in the world medical folks think it’s a smart idea to take so much dagnabbed blood from an anemic person… for serious!?!?  Aren’t you adding to my problem?  Here’s an idea… go get a male… any male will do… take 89 gallons of his blood and call me with the results in the morning.  Tangent… moving on.

So, he took half of my body’s supply of blood and then called me yesterday with the results.  Here’s a little comparison of before numbers and one year later numbers:

Hemoglobin A1c (a measurement of your blood sugar over a 3-month period of time):  Normal range in a person with no trace of diabetes:  4.5 to 6.
Before:  11 on 4 kinds of insulin and 5 kinds of oral pills    Friday:  5.0  on no medications

Blood pressure:  Normal range is equal to or less than 120/80
Before:  160/110    Friday:  110/69

Resting heart rate:  Normal range 60 to 100 bpm
Before:  110 to 120 bpm    Friday:  61 bpm

Total Cholesterol:  Normal range less than 200
Before:  280    Friday:  165

I’m definitely not throwing these numbers out there to be all LOOK AT ME AND MY BURGEONING EYEBALLS!!!!!  I’m putting these out there to show my pals who are on 8000 medications and in the depths of despair that it is possible to turn it all around… and you don’t have to be at what society deems as a normal weight to do it.  Just some hard work (it IS hard work… put down that magazine telling you there’s an easier way… NOPE… there’s not!) and persistence and you got yourself a dagnabbed page of laboratory values worthy for some refrigerator hanging time.  Tell your kids to move one of their sloppily drawn masterpieces… you got something to hang up… preferrably NOT with the free Pizza Hut magnet.  As if!  Do it, my pals!  You got this!

Question of the Day:  How have your lab values changed since losing/gaining weight?  




Filed under Nonscale Victories

Using My Brain For Something Other Than Keeping My Cranium From Caving In…

I blogged recently (within the past 18 years) about having issues with low blood sugar, despite being cured of Die-A-Beeties.  I couldn’t figure out why I’d get extremely low blood sugar in the evening/night after exercising.  It was baffling my doctor and physician’s assistant as well… and it was also baffling the psychic and witch doctor I consulted… and the Jerry Spring show producers… and my cat… and the neighbor’s husband’s dog’s brother’s cuzzin’s parakeet.  So, basically everyone except for maybe Oprah… but she wouldn’t return any of my 245 calls.  THE NERVE!  So, I got to taking things into my own hands… and started experimenting and using my brain for things other than humming Barney the purple dinosaur’s greatest hits on a neverending loop of insane asylum.

Before I hadn’t been too regimented with my eating times.  I’d eat my calories, but I’d hoard them and try to squish them into 2 to 3 meals in a day… leaving a HUGE-MONGOUS chunk of day where my blood sugar had time to hang around and annoy it’s kid sister.  I really think that’s what caused such a huge drop at night.  I hadn’t eaten anything all day and even though I just ate dinner, the blood sugar had time to drop throughout the day.  So, about mid January, I adopted the eat 5 to 6 small meals a day mantra.  I’ve heard this mantra before and I kind of hated the idea of it.  Firstly, it requires planning and totally cuts into my drooling time.  Secondly, it requires me to look like a dagnabbed pig who is eating all frig frabbed day long.  Thirdly, eating small meals has never been in my vocabulary… small equals me being hungry which equals an inevitable binge in the middle of the night.

Approximately 1-1/2 months in, I am pleasantly surprised.  I kind of like eating 6 small meals a day… and if I truly plan it in advance, it feels like a lot of food for so few calories… even more than the time I was eating 2 to 3 larger meals.  I’m also finding if I stick to the scheduled small meal times, I haven’t experienced blood sugar drops.  Of course, I’m not perfect at this scheduled eating thing.  There are many times when I get caught up in other things and miss meals… but this perfection thing takes practice… and will still not result in perfection because I happen to be a human mammal.  I usually schedule eating about 3 hours apart and then have each snack/meal prepared the night before so that I can just grab and go… it’s like eating a pre-breakfast snack, breakfast, a pre-lunch snack, lunch, a pre-dinner snack, and dinner… all in the space of 24 hours.  And then it’s key that I always include a protein in my snacks… so if my pre-dinner snack is vegetable sticks and low-cal dip, I also include a string cheese or a hand full of almonds.  It’s taken some magician moves to maximize my 1500 calories per day, but on the days I follow it to a T, I find I’m less likely to want to binge at night.  Now, just getting rid of that lazy bone I had pre-installed at birth so that I will do it regularly.  Call the witch doctor… she will remove it at a discount!

Question of the Day:  How many meals a day do you eat?  Do you plan your meals in advance or just wing it?

PS… Giveaway is still open for 2 more days!  I will draw the weiner winner on Friday!


Filed under Calorizing, Food


You all know Paula Deen?  She of the butter queenliness?  Honey Chile’ add you 4 sticks of butter to that there piece of toast!  That’s exactly the way she talks… except probably minus 1 stick of butter.  Some of you may have heard/read that she recently announced that she has type 2 diabetes… and has had the diagnosis for 3 years now… which she kept from her Food Network audience and her best friend, Whitney… and probably the butter factory for those 3 years.  Type 2 diabetes isn’t an uncommon disease.  Something like 8 bajillion million people currently have it and probably 60% of those don’t know they have it (LOL… I just pulled those numbers out of my rear… but it’s some big number and some big percentage!)  It’s a known fact… you gain weight, you’re in danger of the dreaded type 2 diabetes.

Some of you may remember that I was diagnosed with type 1.5 diabetes at the age of 16… which really should have been rounded up to type 2, but my doctor said I was a child and children do not get type 2… so 1.5 it was.  I was on insulin shots for years… and then insulin with oral pills… and then more oral pills.  I took so many dagnabbed pills for my diabetes that I could have run a drug factory out of the basement.  Can you make methamphetamines out of Glucophage?  I’ll check.  It wasn’t until I got down and serious with my weight loss efforts that I got rid of all the medications and the insulin and the pills… and now I’m currently pill- and insulin-free with a normal hemoglobin A1c… not bad for a jiggly chick!

The point of this post… some have been saying that now that Paula Deen has gone public with her diabetes diagnosis, she should rethink her recipes… cut down on the fat and the sugar and the lard sauce that she has going on in those suckers and opt for a more nutritious look.  The thing about that is… if Paula Deen did that, she’d no longer be Paula Deen.  Paula Deen ISfattening, indulgent food… her name is synonymous with butter (pretty sure her picture is next to that word in the dictionary… go look!)  I do agree with her “all things in moderation” outlook… it’s my own outlook on this weight loss journey of mine… and I’ve managed to lose 237 pounds with moderation… but at the same time… is it really necessary to have 4 sticks of butter in a recipe when you can cut it down to 1 stick and some applesauce and get the same flavor?  Should we never, no matter what, not even on special occasions be able to have the full fat/sugar version of a recipe?

Ironically, Paula’s sons have a new show starting on one of the food/cooking channels.  They are supposedly taking their mother’s recipes and making them the “lighter” version.  I made a pasta bake I found in the Food Network Magazine, that her son, Bobby had lightened.  I’d never had the original version so I couldn’t compare, but I wasn’t missing any flavor in the new and improved version.  So, all things in moderation… with a bit of tweaking?  Go for it, Paula!!

Question of the Day:  Do you think Paula should rehaul all of her recipes from now on?  Why or why not?


Filed under Calorizing, Diet

And They Called Her Beety…

I was diagnosed with sugar diabetes at the age of 16… not type 1 or type 2, but type 1.5.  My pediatrician at the time invented type 1.5 on account of the fact that I was a juvenile with diabetes and he couldn’t cross the threshold in his brain to just call it what it was… I was an overweight child with an adult disease.  He immediately put me on 2 different types of insulin and that was that… I was going to be a human pin cushion for the remainder of my life. 

When I first learned I had diabetes, I was inconsolable.  I still remember it vividly… it was a dreary, rainy afternoon.  My mom and dad sat me down and told me the news and I immediately lost it.  They tried to comfort me… tell me everything would be okay, but all I wanted to do was to be alone.  I eventually found myself locked in the backseat of the family car screaming and punching at the seats.  I would have to do insulin shots for the rest of my life and I would go blind and get my feet cut off and die of kidney disease at the age of 35… but I was most upset over the fact that sugar would now have to be limited/cut out.  No more visions of sugar plums dancing through this ole head.

They admitted me to the hospital because my sugar was some gross number in the 600s (normal is between 80 and 120) and as soon as I was admitted to the hospital, the power went out and was out for most of the 2 days… just like any light in my soul.  I was in the hospital, learning about my new disease, getting lessons on how to give myself my insulin shots, and dealing with my new menu of sugar-free.  They do NOT make sugar-free Lucky Charms… I already done checked!  Lindsay and her friend (what up, Amber) came to visit me in the hospital and immediately nicknamed me “Beety”… short for Diabetes because I guess I needed a laugh and my nickname of #&$&#tney was getting old (no, that is not a typo… that would be the 4-letter word that rhymes with Whit… courtesy of the madre when she went for the wooden spoon drawer!)  😛   

As the years went by and I gained more and more weight (helped along by my new insulin regimen), I soon found myself on a mess of different insulins AND oral pills (8 different medications in all for one measley disease)… just to try to keep some control on my sugar levels.  I was sort of failing in my quest to never eat sugar again… I ate it… probably more than I had before I was diagnosed.  Another example of my stubborn ole horns shoving their way through the common sense bone.  You tell me I can’t have it,  I’ll show you I can!  Then I had gastric bypass surgery and as I lost weight (certainly not from exercising common sense), I was able to eventually get off all of my diabetes medications and insulin.  I was free!!  Of course you should know what happened next… as I started gaining the weight back, the type 2 diabetes began rearing it’s ugly head and I soon found myself right back on 5 different oral pills… 

Now that I’ve been losing weight the sensible way through calorizing and exercise, I’ve been able to drop all of my oral diabetes pills once again… this time for good.  I went to the doctor on Tuesday to get my hemoglobin A1c checked for the first time on no medications (the number indicating the average blood sugar over a 3-month period of time) and the results came back at 5.5%.  Normal range in a person without diabetes is between 4 and 5.9%.  My range when I was first diagnosed was 11%… and during the years I was on 800 different diabetes medications, it ranged from between 7 and 11.  They say you can’t “cure” diabetes, but I’ve never had a normal A1c level without medications, so by golly, I’m calling it a cure.  No one has EVER told me I was normal… take that, family! 

It’s too late for my kidneys as the years of unstable sugars gave me nephropathy, but I can at least stall that deteriorating process now that I’m on the right track.  For all my friends with type 2 diabetes, there’s hope… you can throw out those pills and insulin syringes and glucose monitors… just takes a little hard work and persistence!  I’m relinquishing my Beety nickname… y’all can take it back… guess it’s back to good ole #&$&#tney from here on out. 

Geezer cat wearing her favorite candy wrapper hat...

Question of the Day:  Do you have a nickname?

Note:  Just wanted to thank y’all for the comments and for participating in the mission… should totally be fun, right?  RIGHT!?  Have a great weekend, be safe, take care, and for heaven’s sake, send me the crimeny some sunshine over here!   See you all Mondee!


Filed under Childhood