LAMENESS is the only way I can describe the task of losing weight. I am Type 1 and currently facing the weight after insulin resistance blues. I have cut my carbs, and thus my insulin by 20 units. I am walking everyday, and bicycling on the weekend. I am logging everything I eat, which is comprised of mostly veggies and lean proteins. I use thedailyplate.com app.
Although, I know I am making good progress because my bloodsugars (and my mood) have been quite lovely, I still have my little Type 1 Monster nagging me in the back of the head. Repeating over and OVER agin that I am doomed to be a Fatty Mcfat Fat forever, that nothing I do will help and all is lost. I wish the monster was a glass half full type creature, but alas, it is not. I dont even know what happened. I was OK at the beginning of last year… and then I just kept treating my highs instead of preventing them. I got lazy I guess. My insulin doses were higher and higher … even though I wasnt eating much I certainly wasnt eating right. Oh, that food made me high… ok I’ll just bolus more. 85 units a day later (Now down to 55 thank you very much)
I am paying for my sins, I am so uncomfortable in my own skin. I wish a confession and prayer would mend my wrongs (pounds of fat)
I used to love fashion and now I find myself wearing college tees and sweatshirts. I went from not caring if my picture was taken to hiding from anyone that would dare point a camera in my direction. .
I am craving something delicious… and southern tonight, but I want to fit a little black dress even more so it looks like Im stuck on this grind.