For years I’ve been diagnosed as prediabetic off and on. I would lose weight and my blood sugar would lower. After my husband’s death, I slowly put on twenty plus pounds. I stopped eating healthy because it was much easier to eat a frozen meal, sandwich, or bowl of soup. Sometimes I’d have a salad, but usually only when I’d eat out. Bad idea.
This week I received an alarming call from my doctor’s office. My fasting blood sugar was 126 and the doctor wanted to do the A1C test to see if I was indeed diabetic. The day after the test, I got the call that turned my life upside down. I had Type 2 diabetes. I listened to the RN explain about diabetes, what it meant, and changes I needed to make in my lifestyle. I picked up a packet of information on diet and a machine to check my blood sugar. Doctor wants to see my A1C go down from 6.8% to between 4-6%. And my fasting blood sugar, which I am to check should be lower than 110. The nurse said I’m not at a super high level and diet and exercise should change these numbers.
Talk about getting serious about losing weight and eating healthy! I am waiting to get scheduled into some classes to help me, but in the meantime, I’m planning each meal to balance the carbs throughout the day and stay away from carbs that are harmful. It takes me a long time to determine what to eat, and then I’m tracking everything in a diary, including calories, carbohydrates, protein, fiber, cholesterol, and fats. I’m also counting the points as I used to for Weight Watchers. And I am back on the treadmill 30 minutes a day.
All that said, I checked my fasting blood sugar yesterday and it was up to 158. Today it was up to 190. These numbers frightened me. I needed to understand more about what all this meant. I did research and now understand that diabetes is the body’s (pancreas’) inability to produce enough insulin to counteract the sugar which then remains in the blood stream. Many Type 2 diabetics experience high fasting blood suger, especially after being first diagnosed. This is due to the hormonal changes which have taken place during the prediabetic state. (Here’s some information.)
People can be prediabetic for approximately 10 years. I was. I knew carbohydrates were my downfall. They caused me to gain weight, and I craved them! Even though I was told I was prediabetic, my health care provider didn’t explain what this meant. I needed to get my A1C number down. So I exercised and tried to eat healthier without full knowledge of how to do this. Now I’m diabetic. Diabetes can’t be cured, but it can be controlled.
My thoughts have been all over the place. From guilt at not taking care of myself, to fear of the future, and even feeling sorry for myself. I have a tendency to panic immediately and then to settle down and learn all I can. But the Bible teaches us to not lean to our own understanding but to trust in God. So I’ve been in prayer about this situation. This morning, while reading the daily devotion in “Jesus Calling” by Sarah Young, God gave me the verse I posted at the beginning of this blog. I need to keep my focus on Him, not on things I don’t understand.
It is easy to get caught up in what now, what if, me, me, me. We’re human, after all. And I have many good friends who want to offer their advice, but I need to listen, be thankful they care, and let it go. Between God and my health care provider, I’m in the best hands possible.