6 Down, a Million to Go

Pounds that is. Well, maybe not a million but some days it really feels that way. But hey, a 6 pound loss isn't that bad over a couple of weeks. Slow and steady wins the race, right? I have really enjoyed walking in the mornings, more than I thought I would. My blood sugars are still crazy, but I am feeling somewhat better. I am getting the hang of smoothies in the mornings, thanks to my thrift store find of a Magic Bullet. Mom Bread, I think I am brave and desperate enough to try your famous kale shake now. Can you send me the recipe? Anyone else have any good weight loss tips that fit into a diabetic lifestyle? I am getting more and more determined to be on top of this and feel good again. I want my health back.

Faith in Every Footstep

I haven't posted about this because I have been in denial. And angry and confused. I think I have finally moved on to acceptance though. My gestational diabetes isn't just gestational any more. I have diabetes again and it's ugly. Things have been out of control. I saw my doctor a couple of weeks ago and just started some meds. Hopefully they will kick in soon, because so far they seem to have no effect. In the mean time I have finally decided to get with the program, so to speak, and take charge of my body.
I have started walking. I put Meg in the Ergo on my back and we go for a walk almost every day now. We walked up the big hill to visit a friend this morning. We have explored the local hiking trail and the wetlands and our neighborhood. We are slow but steady and each day is a little better than the last. When the weather really turns, I am not sure what we will do, but I am motivated now to find something. We have also been having family trampoline time with Bug in the afternoons. He loves it, Meg loves it and I get winded really fast, so it must be good for me.
As far as food goes, that means no more cold cereal for breakfast, and lots more eggs. Bug is upset about the cold cereal thing. Too bad I have such little willpower. Thanksgiving isn't going to be nearly as good this year, but you work with what you have. I am getting used to eating the diabetic diet again, even though I still hate it. Hopefully it will get easier.

In the meantime I am exercising Faith in Every Footstep. Faith that I will get this under control, faith that I will be able to live a full and happy life and be around to kiss my kids for a long, long time. Faith that God doesn't give me any challenge I can't handle with His help and grace. Faith that life is good and there is joy in the journey, I just have to see it.