It's funny, but all this time I've been worried about my child and her weight and sugar intake, and my friend Linda. I went on this quest to support Linda, but also, I would not have found Wheat Belly if I wasn't researching causes of obesity all the time.
And here I am... high triglycerides (which is sugar intake-related) and high HbA1c...
Now, it can count up to 12 weeks in your past, and my lower-carb lifestyle didn't kick in until mid-to-late November. That's just 8 weeks ago. During that exact same period, I had just begun being really ill and ended up on antibiotics for 18 days. That raises sugars.
There were some holiday parties in December, but I'm not a party girl. At home, the most I'd drink is 2 glasses--tops--of wine. 4 oz., not a full glass. Or one "drink". I don't enjoy being really intoxicated. I'm just PUZZLED and sad.
Well, I do need to line up a visit with my doctor. I'm heading to bed, as I caught the cold my daughter stayed home from school with this week.
- resumed Omega-3 and D3 supplementation--aggressively
- ate steamed broccoli with the eggs this a.m.
- finished my chicken cabbage slaw
No exercise--no time with the long drive home in bad weather, cooking dinner, and not feeling well. Probably best to sleep..
I'm feeling like I'm about to tip into depression over this. It's been a hell of a few months--exhaustion in October and November with some overwork and overtraining, the illness, the total life change. I keep worrying that if my own numbers are worse, did I hurt my kid?
It makes no sense... Linda is doing so very, very well. Of course, she doesn't have the long work hours and whatnot, the single motherhood stress that can hurt a person's body.
Savannah IS eating well, though. Tonight I made organic porkchops with:
This sauteed Kale:
and salad. Savannah ate 1/2 porkchop, all of her little Kale serving, and her little salad. No dessert, just a happy kid.
I AM doing right by her. I'm doing my best. This is a HELL of a lot better than the cheese raviolis and side of 3 pieces of broccoli from our past. I took a blood test just one month after being really ill, and holidays. I will call my doctor and try to stop thinking about this. I cried a couple of times because... my whole life this disgusting image of my father who didn't exercise, alcoholic... high triglycerides, diabetic... ME exercising, measuring my drinks, not eating dessert but once a month, tops for years, never smoking, no drugs. I never ask "why me?" because life is not fair, never had evidence it's fair.
But, oh well. I will solve. But not tonight.