Blood sugar stuff?

Should we talk about this?

Ok then.

The blood sugar woes are going well. I am able to manage my levels with diet and exercise which is ideal. That diet still happens to be the freaked out life of vegetables and protein, but maybe some day I’ll enjoy a starch or carb like the rest of the world.

Funny thing is now when I see commercials or people eating in restaurants and they’re eating rolls and hamburgers I just think to myself “How in the world is their body regulating all of that” because my body would be breaking, although functional in the sense that I somehow don’t drop over dead, it just boggles me.

My pancreas can’t even handle a bite of a sandwich, A BITE, and here people are eating spaghetti with garlic bread and a beer. OH MY GOSH, my BP rises thinking about it. So it’s best not to.

My body can handle caffeine though, and even the occasional Vanilla Latte. Which surprises me to no end – but I think the speed of the caffeine somehow helps the digestion of the flavoring.

Either way, I’ll take it.

I haven’t had a lick of fruit since this whole thing began and the other day I was cutting an apple for Oliver and thought to myself, I wonder … ???

Yep, wondered wrong. Can’t handle the fruit yet. So, me and carrots, we get along.

I’m still poking my finger 4 times a day which has Jessica worried four times a day, but she’s getting used to it. When I was pregnant with Oliver I had to give myself insulin injections twice a day and was really worried about having Jessica see me do this. It just doesn’t seem right to watch a pregnant woman give herself a shot IN THE BELLY when they’re 9 months pregnant. I didn’t want her to think the baby was sick or that I was in danger.

But she didn’t care at all. Seeing me inject insulin was no big deal to her, but seeing me check my blood sugar almost always requires lots of explaining before and after to keep her calm.

So I’ve had some ups and downs, some really tough weeks where all I want to do is rip open a bag of oreo’s and forget I had anything wrong with me at all … and there are really easy weeks where I can eat Salad for every meal and be full.

I think the trick is having people on my side, my family supports what I’m doing and is always asking how things are going, which keeps me accountable but also gives me an outlet to say how frustrating this is.

Part of me thinks that when the time frame is done for this trial period (which is working) I won’t be able to reintroduce sugar back into my diet. Possibly not for a year, or even 10. I told Aaron how much this scares me and how frustrated it is to be social living like this. Going out to dinner or to Christmas Parties is like punishment for me right now, so how can I be expected to live like this for years on end?

Aaron was understanding but firm in his support for my health and just gave me something to think about. How lucky I am to be healthy as long as I’m eating right and doing what I know works. Even if it is 10 years from now, I’ll be 10 steps ahead of every one else for figuring this out so early.

So. Yes. Here we are. Still, we’re still here. And it’s still working.

I’ve gotten questions as to what I’m taking (if anything) to help. And I am taking a couple things … Lots and lots of B vitamins, Glucomannan, CoQ10 and an anti-viral for my pancreas as well as a pancreatic supporter (vitamin) from my Chiropractor. Honestly, I can’t tell a huge difference about anything from these vitamins, but my Chiropractor can, as well as my Acupuncturist. So, for the next couple of months, I’ll keep swallowing capsules. The future hope is that I can do what I’m doing without so many vitamins, and I’ll probably be off the viral and pancreatic ones sooner than later.

Who knew that getting my blood sugar issues under control would be such a process? Not me. For sure not me. But I’m glad I’m on this journey if for nothing else than to learn more about my body and to be aware of what I’m putting in my mouth and how much it truly affects me.

What about you guys? Have you taken any health-fulfilling journey’s this past year? What are you learning about and how has it affected your dinner table, or your attitude? Maybe your outlook or opinion on medicine? Do tell! This is something I’m really passionate about learning, and I’d love to hear what keeps you guys interested in your health!

Getting it under control: life list blood sugar battle

Things are going well with my declaration of getting my blood sugar issues under control. Blood work, monitoring and appointments galore, but we’re making head way. It is improving.

This past week I had an appointment with my OBGYN for my netherlands and a follow up on the whole pancreas on strike issue. Part of their new system (when will this “new system” cycle stop already?) is to REask you all the questions you once answered when you were visiting their office for the very first time. I was all of 14 or something ridiculous. It’s been a while since I’ve been seeing this guy so the questions seemed silly to me. Especially the one about if I’m sexually active.

For the first time ever I answered that question without blushing because I wanted to scream something like YOU ARE GOING TO BE LOOKING AT MY HOOTER, PEOPLE. I HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO TWO HUMAN BEINGS. YES!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!!! I AM HAVING SEX. LOTS OF IT.

I’m pretty sure the poor nurse who was asking me all these questions didn’t know what to do with herself when I answered. I didn’t yell at her as the above would leave you to believe. I was very quiet about it, but I was also very excited about answering that question. A little giddy to be all, YOU BET I AM!

Which has absolutely nothing to do with blood sugar, but my non-witch doctor was just as concerned about the goings-on of all this 19 months after the fact of finding it in the first place. So blood tests and screenings and back to charting my blood sugar it is for me, for a time.

The new medical professional I’m seeing on a weekly basis is not an MD but so far she’s the only one who’s led me to believe that something really isn’t working right, it’s not just my lot in life to deal with this. She heard me when I said I know my body and somethings not right. Something has not been right for a long time and no one else will help me recognize this.

She is. And we are. And so far, so good.

Raising Foodies As Children, also number 93

Or is it Raising Children As Foodies?

Since undertaking the monumental task of fixing my blood sugar issues we’ve done quite a bit of reevaluating the foods we buy and serve our children. It’s been a long journey, actually – it started about 4 years ago when I went to a Wholistic Health Counselor for the first time. But it’s been a slow going process, one that I teeter and then totter to either side of the fence.

No more.

In order for me to stay healthy I must be firmly planted on “the other” side of the fence. The weird side, the difficult side, the side that cares if my kids are eating organic cheerios or not. It matters to me, it has to. And we just plain don’t eat cereal, at all anymore.

You can imagine the conversations we have in the grocery store when our 5 year old asks us if we can buy some Captain Crunch? Maybe Fruit Loops? Or her absolute favorite “Cheesy Chips” also known as Dorito’s.

There are a lot of No’s. No we cannot, no we don’t eat those things, how about apples instead? Strawberries? Let’s look for some asparagus.

I’m not a nazi, but for a while I had to be because if it was in the house I would eat it. There is no tricking me into thinking it’s there “for someone else” – it was there for me. It was staring at me and the temptation of “things I can’t have” was greater than any kind of will-power I possessed. So, I was a nazi, we did not have it in the house at all … I HAD to get better.

This is coming to a point. I promise.

Lots of time has passed since the nazi stage of my fight with sugar and we’re happy to announce that come this spring I’ll be redoing a blood test that will confirm what we already know. I have my blood sugar issues under control, once and for all.

I still cannot eat the foods I had to eliminate on a regular basis and I probably never will but I can have some here and there and my body knows how to regulate it. Did you read that??!


Folks, here’s my proclamation. God is good.

So this has changed a lot of the way our family functions around a dinner table and this past week we got to bring Jessica’s birthday treat to school so I asked her what she’d like to bring to the class.

Her words: “Mom, I think the other kids would really like brownies, but I really want carrots.”

Pride. Full of it. I love that girl. I love that she knows the difference and cares about it. I love that she cares for herself.

Push came to shove and when we went to buy the treat, we ended up with Dorito’s … but carrots were still served and I love hearing how she regularly asks why the snacks at school have so much sugar? Don’t you know, it’s not very good for you.

To Save and Be Saved

Hey hey! Happy 2010!

I’m very excited about this new year and I’ve dubbed a personal motto for it:

“To Save and Be Saved”

Which means exactly what it says. This is the year I save myself from health issues, save money, relish full life and say yes way more.

Usual resolutions for me are silly. One year my resolution was to do be more adventurous, I made that happen by doing what signs told me to do. At a restaurant if a sign suggested I try a special or featured item then I did. If asked by a gas station clerk if I wanted a lotto ticket, I said yes. I just opened up my mind to things outside of my current situation and had lots of fun trying and learning new things.

This year I plan to tackle some pretty big life list items, some of them will be spent planning all year so that in 2011 we can actually do them. The best thing about making that list was realizing how much bigger I dream once I complete one or two things off that list. And also realizing how probable it really is to accomplish them.

I have 100 things on that list and I’m more than certain that in my lifetime I’ll do 100 more. Maybe thousands.

First up? Number 30. Watching Jessica meet Ariel in person at Disney World. We leave in one week.

Second? Number 10. Lose 30 pounds. Which coincides with Number 93, Getting my blood sugar issues under control once and for all. Which will then, so nicely, coincide with Number 101. Fit into my wedding dress again and jump into a lake and have a food fight. This spring is looking fantastic. I have 10 pounds left to lose and all the hope in the world that #93 is on it’s way under my belt.

Third? Number 8, 23 and 47. Let’s do some hobbies and make some memories.

Get ready for the ride, you’re all invited.

Aaaaaand we’re back

Helllooooooo out there!

So you know how sometimes you go through these big self changes and then inevitably something else has to give? You need time or a spot or a place that isn’t glaring your inner thoughts to the person right next to you. You need space. In your head, in your heart – your home. You need to be alone, to think and ponder. To question and then to answer.

Thats where I went for a while – inside. Inside myself. Most of the time I have absolutely no problem whatsoever putting everything on here and letting it go to the ends of the world if it so chooses. Or is someone googles what it costs to have a baby and they get my tirade of a rant instead. Either way … it ebbs and flows – my feelings about an online story in which I am the main character and my life is the plot.

I’ve pretty much decided that I just don’t know. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, I cannot predict that my plan will work or is working. I can only improve the parts of me that need improving – and that, my friends, I am doing with the most valuable people in my real life. My family. My husband. My kids. That is no longer part of this. Not right now.

So any way. How the heck are ya? I got myself a new hair cut and am feeling wonderful due to the blood sugar issues being tackled – and they are being tackled. Things are improving on a daily basis.

We also became a family who hikes together – which is lovely number 92 on my life list, photos coming one of these days.

After watching the food network for a bit Jessica has decided to become a chef in our home on a daily basis. The latest concoction was juice!!! She served it to us via wine glasses, she’s all about the sophistication. And, you guys, oh-my-golly there are days when I want to strangle the attitude out of this one, but seriously – she is the joy of my life. We rub each other like sand paper some days and it’s tiring and defeating, but at the end of every day she’s laying in her bed while we read Shell Silverstien poetry and she giggles at all the right words, laughs at the end of the silliest poems and then hugs me good night. DOES. NOT. GET. BETTER. THAN. THAT.

On the flip side of children – Oliver isn’t talking very much although he has discovered the wonderful world of voicing his opinion via the very popular word “No.” And he is as stubborn as they come, which we can gingerly thank me for. He is stubborn the way I am stubborn, and I admit this readily … it’s the worst kind. And it’s kind of ugly. Doesn’t matter that the kid is hungry, if it’s our suggestion that he can have GOLDFISH!!! he’ll very much look at you like you’ve grown growling dogs out of your ears and screech NO!! while he whips his head, or entire body, in the other direction entirely.

The differences between the girl and boy in our house could not be more pronounced. She’s got a fire under her butt and has attitude, but listens and reasons very well. VERY well. He’s got tar in his pants (that’s how stubborn he is) and is full of righteous indignation, does a fairly good job of listening, follows directions and has no reasoning skills WHATSOEVER. He is emotional to the tilt, there’s no “We don’t bite because it hurts” there’s always “We don’t bite…” and then lots of really big tears and LOUD noises. He’s devastated by our lack of admiration for his prowess as a young cheetah hunter in his jungle of a world.

However!! I am making damn sure that he loves me no matter what because now that I have a son, I have every kind of sympathy I lacked when I first got married to a first born – a first born son. Um!! Mother In Law, I love you and I love how much you love your son, who is now my husband and oh my goodness – the job you did at raising him, WAS SPECTACULAR. I hope I have a son half as amazing as the husband I have, although … (and we’re working on this) HE WILL HUG ME MORE, or his future wife will have me in a crumple hot mess at her doorstep begging for her to tell him I need to be hugged.

The end.

I’ve missed you.