I wrote a blog piece about Grace Millane the other week. I decided not to publish it. It wasn’t controversial or anything, but there has just been far too much said on that matter from far too many people.
Instead, I am writing about my Diabetes, again. As you ALL know,, 182 days ago, I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes in May earlier in the year. I weighed in at 164 kilos and my hbA1c levels were sitting at 82. (which is NOT GOOD). Anything over 50 means that you’re a full-blown type 2 diabetic. Fast forward three months to my next doctors’ appointment in August. I had drastically turned my lifestyle around. I was eating better (less carbs and sugar), eating smaller quantities and exercising daily. Three small changes that saw me drop close to 16 kilos and nearly halve my hbA1c count. In three months. As of the 27th August my new hbA1c count was sitting at 43, which is a BIG deal. A HUGE DEAL. I was so happy with myself. Looking back from at the morbidly obese monster that I was at the beginning of the year to the slightly less morbidly obese man that I had turned into filled me with immense pride. Technically I am still morbidly obese, which again, is such a terrible term……… I guess it’s on me to change the label that is given to me, huh?! Someone messaged me a few months ago and told me that my writing made them sad. Not sad because of the subject matter or because of what I was going through but because of all the self-deprecating humour that I used. I replied by saying that it’s not humour. For example, there is nothing funny about being a morbidly obese sack of fucking shit (which is what I was). There is nothing funny about getting yourself to a point in life where you decline spending time with your family and doing family activities because you think that there is ‘too much walking’ involved. That shit’s not funny. That shit’s disgusting. It’s shameful. It’s pathetic and to be honest – I really wish someone had have called me on it as harshly as I wrote about it a LONG time ago. No one did, though. I’m not saying that it was up to someone else to get me to sort my shit out, because it wasn’t. It’s nobody else’s job but mine to get right with myself. I’m on it, now. I’m out there doing it. So, if you read my stuff and think “oh lee you shouldn’t be saying that kinda stuff about yourself, you’re a great person” - While you’re right, I am a great person, but at the time I wrote that stuff I was also an unhealthy person. A selfish person. A lazy person. I’m not now, though! I suppose that I was being hard on myself so that no one else could or would. I have just finished up another three-month prescription of Metformin (the diabetes medicine that helps to regulate my blood sugar levels) and I had to go for another blood test on Tuesday to check what my hbA1c count was. Remember that I was at 82 in May and anything over 50 is Type 2 diabetes and that in August I was at 43, which made me a pre-diabetic because anywhere between 41-50 is considered pre-diabetic or IGT (impaired Glucose Tolerance). Since August I have been running a little test if you will. I have been drinking more frequently as I wanted to see just how much that was a contributing factor to my diabetes. I have still been eating good; bar the odd subway meatball sub and 2 double choc chip cookies, combo once a week. The eating isn’t really an issue for me anymore. I have that shit on LOCK. I no longer get down on myself after eating takeaways etc. I just know that if I am going to eat some KFC or Subway or Maccas, that I need to work twice as hard to work that shit off. I need to make sure that my eating and exercise are on point and all of that is in my control. If I have a good week on ‘the eats’ as I call it, then I know that I can get away with doing a little less exercise and if I have a shit week on ‘the eats’ that I need to go ‘Big Raho mental’ on the exercise. I would just like to say that I am thoroughly enjoying being a more active person. I am really enjoying spending time with the family doing physical things and I can see the joy that it gives them having me there with them. Anyway, I went for a blood test on Tuesday and my hbA1c count is now at 41. So, it has dropped 2 more points which shows excellent control. It shows that I have not only maintained my blood glucose levels over the past 3 months but that I have done enough with my new lifestyle change to knock it down a few more pegs. I was expecting it to be up higher, to be honest. I thought that because I had been drinking a bit more since August that it would have crept up a tad (or a lot) but it hadn’t. Which goes to show me that the results of the little test that I was conducting have come back in my favour. The booze isn’t as big of a contributing factor as I thought. It’s the lifestyle. It’s the over eating and no exercising that’s gonna get me back up there and as I said earlier – I have the eating ON LOCK! The exercise side of things I feel pretty good about too, the way I look at it ANY exercise is better than NO exercise. As we head into the silly season, I am feeling optimistic. I am feeling accomplished and I am feeling happy. Happy more than anything else. I have taken all that 2018 has had to throw at me, wrapped it up in a nice package, signed it “FUCK YOU” and sent it off to the year 2019 with a wee note ~ "Do your worst" I'm really looking forward to spending time with friends and family and knocking the froth off a few golden throat charmers in the coming weeks. Oh, that reminds me. Dear liver: Gear up little buddy, the next few weeks are going to be rough on you. Stay strong my little champion. Sincerely, Lee
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