I've been having some rough blood sugar drops lately. It's lasted over a week and I am just absolutely worn down. When I began feeling ill, I automatically looked at my food choices. When I tried controlling it through my diet and it didn't work, I knew it was time to see my doctor. I went to my doctor at the beginning of the week. He took a look at my food journal and was pleased with my nutrition.
That was such a relief to me! I've done a lot of research about my food choices and it's always great to hear from your doctor that you're doing things correctly.
We've done quite a bit of blood work, an EKG, and a three hour glucose test to hopefully see what's going on with my body. My days are especially rough right now and I will be so grateful to get this figured out. I'm just not really myself.
The glucose test was yuck!
Three hours, sugary orange junk, and four blood draws.
Not my idea of a good time.
They actually had to dig for a vein on one arm.
When Caleb saw my arm he asked what happened. I told him "Shark bite" and you should have seen his face! Luckily he realized I was messing with him....
I have had such a range of emotions over feeling so miserable. I think it's just been such a long time since I've actually felt rough and there's nothing I can do to change it at this moment. I spent years feeling miserable due to health problems and it's hard to go through some of that again. I just thought that was behind me now.
This just feels like a set back. That makes me cry....get angry....stay frustrated. I can't focus on losing any weight because it's an almost constant struggle to just feel okay. My automatic reaction is to eat junk, but I know that won't help at all. I've never had a moment this strong that I wanted to put my healthy efforts on hold. Everything rational tells me that continuing to eat healthy is going to be the only way I get through this gracefully. But my emotions are screaming at me to just feel better by running to my comforting carbs and sugar.
Writing here has always been my therapy through this journey, but I have struggled several times this week to write this. I'm usually upbeat and positive so it's hard for me to feel like this right now.
My Zumba group asked me to share my weight loss story with them and it was just what I needed at the time. I needed the reminder of how far I've come. I just can't give up. I am just so grateful for that little push this week when I so needed it.
I will get all my test results next week. I'm just ready to get something straightened out and move forward.