I have a pimple on my nose. I need to learn to say, "No, I do not want that sugary food" in Natalie-speak!
After washing my CPAP yesterday it did that thing again last night where it wasn't expelling my outward breaths. This is not a trivial matter, it cannot be used in that state as I'd be re-inhaling my own breath and wouldn't be getting much oxygen. I'd say it was dangerous, except there is no way I wouldn't notice and rip it off. It feels like I'm suffocating straight away when it is doing that. I tried to clean the vents and make sure everything was dry and fiddled with it for a while but couldn't get it working so I gave up. And had a nasty headache this morning. I need to get this sleep thing sorted!
I finished that exercise motivation book "No Sweat". I felt like a lot of it doesn't apply to me, I don't need strategies to find time in the day or give myself permission to put myself first occasionally - although I do look after my family I already have a lot of discretionary time - and I am not trying to force myself to do kinds of exercise I hate - I already know several forms I enjoy if only I can get myself to do them.
But I did get something from it. Mainly that if I keep telling myself I should exercise for various (very valid) reasons then I'm going to resist doing it. It's like being nagged by myself, and nagging never makes you want to do something! The book's suggestion is encouraging myself to exercise because it will be immediately pleasurable. Exercise is not a chore, it is a gift I'm giving myself. Although this is true, it is hard to let go of all the should.
I drove to the library this morning (I had a huge pile of books to return, too many to carry to walk there) then walked along the lake a bit - for pleasure (or so I tried to tell myself). I did enjoy the first 30 minutes. It was bitterly cold earlier, but I had waited long enough that it wasn't too bad as long as I stayed in the sun. I listened to Katy Perry roar, and saw some ducks.
I've been trying to reduce starchy foods lately (um, apparently except for cake. And potatoes. And some bread) but exercise is supposed to help glucose tolerance so I decided my nice walk meant I could have some pasta for lunch. I made a lovely boscaiola and ate a reasonable amount. I also had three squares of chocolate. Two hours later I tested my blood glucose. 12.8 mmol/L (230 mg/dl in the US). This is totally unacceptable, into the diabetes range. Half an hour later I checked again to see if it had gone down. 14.1 mmol/L (254 mg/dl). Even worse! That is doing my body damage. I think that is the highest I've ever seen it. Another hour later, so three and a half hours after eating, it was down to 8.7 mmol/L which is still not down into normal person range.
It's only a short time since my last official diabetes test and the doctor said to wait two years before doing another one because "you don't have diabetes" - I was 0.2 mmol/L under the official cut-off. But I am going to be more vigilant testing at home and review that decision if it seems appropriate.
Report card:
Diet: I thought good, but blood glucose results say otherwise.
Exercise: Great.
Water: Good.
Sleep: Terrible.
Mental health: Good.
Thinking that exercise is a chore certainly does make it less appealing. Don't we have enough of that in our day?
ReplyDeleteMy 13-year old daughter is in the pre-diabetic range. She's been able to manage it with diet, but really has had to cut down on starchy foods to do so. Good luck - I know it's difficult to find that balance.
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