When I finally go my benefits I made the wise decision to see a doctor for the first time in as long as I can remember for a full physical. I’d seen doctors in the past for brief checkups, and for specific ailments, but not to have myself checked from head to toe, as it were. It took some time to get an appointment, but I finally saw my doctor for the first time a couple weeks ago. He is a nice gentleman, Indian (of course), and I like him generally. He did what I assume is the usual stuff, and ordered all the usual tests, blood workups and urine samples and a Pap smear. I’ve never had one of those. (I know. Before anyone fusses at me, I know I should have had one ages ago, but really, can you blame me for not? Ugh.) He also decided that a mole I’ve had on my back has to go, and we made an appointment for that later this month.
After I got home from getting everything finished, I got a phone call. There were some high levels in my tests, and they wanted me to come back for a recheck. This, as it likely should, made me a bit uneasy. I am on the heavy side – well, okay, I’m obsese – so I knew there might be something going on. But I dutifully arrived for my appointment, gave the necessary blood and urine samples, and waited for the results to come back. They sent me back to speak with the doctor and he gave me the news. My blood sugar levels are elevated; they are elevated enough that he considers me a type 2 diabetic.
It wasn’t as much of a shock as I thought it might be, but it’s enough of a shock to be disconcerting. Diabetic. It brings with it a lot of possibilities. Diabetic people are at risk for a lot of major heath issues, like heart disease, stroke, and blindness. I’m overweight, as I said, which means those risks are greater. We discussed the course of action he wants me to take, which includes losing weight of course but also includes putting me on medicine to help my body use the sugar I eat. I’m not overly pleased at the prospect of being on a medicine for the rest of my life, but as medicines go, it could be worse.
The weight loss plan he has decided on for the time being is a reduced calorie plan. 1000 to 1200 calories, to be exact. That’s an impossibly (okay not impossibly but it’s really touch) hard diet to be on. It takes over 2k calories to ‘run’ my body at my current weight. I started looking at the foods I like to eat, and am shocked at just how little of any of it I can really eat. It means a lot of hard changes for me, at least in the types of foods I need to buy. It also means eating a lot more fresh fruits and vegetables. That isn’t so bad, really. I really love fresh fruits and vegetables. My only concern really is getting the protein I need. I had chicken wings today and discovered they are really high in calories. It’s going to take me some time to get used to eating this way, but Jason is being very supportive, and is helping me deal with the changes I have to make. I’ve also been preemptive about my snacking, preparing small containers of snacks I like, so I won’t (hopefully) be tempted to eat a lot of anything.
This is a serious blow to my claim of being always healthy, which I typically have always been. I know that my weight is the biggest part of my current condition, and that losing it will definitely help me be a much healthier person. I also have hope that lowering my blood sugar will help with the headaches that I have been having. I used to think they were tension headaches – and they may indeed be, but they could just as easily be from the high blood sugar from what I’ve read. It will also certainly help my physical aches and pains, like the pain in my very lower back and hip that plagues me and keeps me from sleeping sometimes, to lose weight. Dr. A said he wants me to lose about 50 pounds, though he admits that’s likely a year-long goal. Jason thinks that if I eat like I should, and exercise like I should, I could lose close half that much in the three months before my follow-up. I have three months. If I could lose just 2 pounds a week, I would lose that much. That would put me back almost to where I was when I stopped seeing Steve. That would be amazing progress.
So that’s where I stand, heath-wise. I have a small mole being removed next week. I have to lose about 50 pounds. I have to get my blood sugar under control. This isn’t a short term thing, either. I will always have to be careful, and if I understood the doctor, I may always have to be on the medication.