|Me going from ignorance to shock to acceptance to healing.|
It's been a month since my last post in this series, and I was planning to share the different ways I am working out. But that is going to have to wait, because I really have more important news to share today. And there's a lot here, so I hope you stick around for the full story.
As you may already know, my weight in the Summer of 2021 was somewhere over 220 pounds. I don't know for sure because I stopped weighing myself, but it was a lot and out of control. I made the decision then to make some small changes and work towards a healthier me.
Fast forward to February 2022. I was down to 200 pounds by exercising but still hadn't made any real changes to my diet. I was eating and drinking whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. I was losing weight but not really getting any healthier.
And then came February 10th. That's the day my lab work came back and I got a shocking diagnosis.
Type 2 Diabetes.
Yep. Really. And it wasn't even close. I tested with numbers so high, my doctor wondered out loud how I was still walking around and not having a stroke or a seizure. My fasting high blood sugar reading was 461... and healthy levels are in the 70-130 range. Worse, my A1C was 16.9. No, that is not a typo. Healthy A1C is less than 6. I was nearly triple the healthy high mark.
After the first wave of emotions, I knew one thing for sure. I had no one to blame but myself. I had ignored so many signs over the years that should have been obvious, but I just kept telling myself everything was fine.
Spoiler: Everything was not fine.
If you've read this far, thanks. Here's what's still to come:
- Why I was tested
- What I've done since the diagnosis
- How am I now
- Because I hope other people will get themselves tested if they have any reason at all to be concerned
- Because I want others in my situation to know they are not alone
- Because my struggle with chronic pain continues and support and encouragement make a difference