Figured if enough people flooded in my inbox, that’d I finally cave and say, “I’m eating modified paleo foods with a diabetic restriction.”
I do not eat any grains of any kind. No corn, no oats, no rice (is that a grain?), no nothing. Only nut flours, and even that is sparse…like…for “treat” muffins or “breakfast cookies”. Any other “gluten-free” replacements for regular products like breads, muffins, crackers, pastas, etc contain ingredients that raise blood glucose levels to the same, if not higher (in the case of some starches) than regular wheat and/or rice products. Food for thought. Totally pun intended.
In a nutshell, I do not eat “agriculture.” Thus, I do not eat potatoes, either.
I do not eat dairy except for the splash in my coffee (do NOT fook with my coffee). I do not eat cheese.
I do not eat sugar. Any of it processed, and…by extension, very, VERY little fruits. I will treat myself with berries and walnuts, or an apple with almond or sesame seed butter. Fruits lowest on the glycemix index.
Ironically, I’ve a lot to eat. I eat meat and healthy fats and vegetables and nuts and seeds and their respective “butters”. I also know how long to steam asparagus so that it doesn’t turn into a god-awful sludge in your mouth.
Most important is that I had to have a change in perception:
I am a diabetic with Lupus.
*****Not the other way around*****
See….sugar is very much my kryptonite. For anyone, really, but I’m not a pusher of things to folk who aren’t up to changes, or who, frankly, just don’t giveth a shiteth. Like me, in fact, even just a few months ago. In a nutshell, unless someone is 110% sure they want to change something (quitting smoking, nutrition, hair colour) it’s really none of anyone’s damn beeswax. Because. Just…because.
For me? This also includes trips to the gym. By “trips to the gym,” I mean horrifying psychological warfare with my inner mind as to how to shut up the eleventy-billion excuses that build themselves up telling me why I don’t want to go.
It’s fucking hard, and I don’t like it.
You’re not going to get any purple painted ponies pooping butterflies from me, folks.
And, by making “trips to the gym”…I’ve had the lowest blood glucose readings in the mornings over this past week than I’ve had in any week prior (morning target is: 5.8mmol/L). This is precisely why I spent two months researching the hell out of the internet. Poor thing. Gave it a bit of a road rash, I think.
One point this week, it was 4.8mmol/L. Little lower than my 5.0mmol/L “don’t go under”…but the fact is, I had to look up my “don’t go under” number because…well…it just doesn’t freakin’ happen. EVER.
And? I felt fine. In fact, I’m not often hungry any more. I eat because it’s fuel. I need fuel. If I don’t have fuel, I can’t scrapbook. Duh.
I am attempting to lower my blood glucose levels and implement damage control to my failing kidneys and reboot the musculature in my heart to avoid having another heart attack.
This is NOT about “food.”
It’s my “scientificky” experiment.
I must take into consideration liver function, keytones, glucogenesis, ketogenesis, iodine, pancreatic function, vitamins, ketoacidosis….just to name a handful.
And I can attempt to implement changes using tools such as exercise and nutrition in order to accomplish my goals.
When I’m all chicken-arm-flapping at the pectoral fly machine…or thinking of the impending aneurysm it feels like is going to happen pressing the chest…I remind myself of my scientificky experiment and pretend I’m all Dolph Ludgren in the Rocky IV movie.
But…um…without the muscle. And the hotness. And, okay, the ass, too…but really…this is what is working for me…(Go, Go ThunderThighs!!)
7 day total weight shed has summed to 5.0lbs even. They have an electronic scale in the women’s dressing room. We give each other the *evil stink eye* every time. It will never be invited out for coffee, but…we’re cool. Civil, even.
This, in fact, is also not a goal, but is logically a direct result of….oh….eating better. And, the right kind of nutrition my body needs. MY body needs.
*seriously, don’t make me bring out the disclaimer on yo’ ass*
Is it no dairy? No grain? No legumes? No beans? No sugar? Who really could ever possibly figure that shit out?! Honestly. It just….is.
Week one. I hated it.
And it’s DONE.