Wednesday, January 9, 2008

12 Step Program

Hi. My name is Ashley and I am insulin resistant. I am in the anger stage this morning. Mad at the fact that in June when I met with the doctor that he didn't tell me to come back the next day for my bloodwork and come having fasted. This more than likely would have shown me having the insulin resistance 7 months ago and we would have saved a lot of heartache and a tremondous amount of money.

God is good and he has a plan for me. I must concentrate on that.

It all started with breakfast this morning. I opened the pantry door and proceeded to look at any and all things that I could eat for breakfast, anything that called themselves a breakfast food, and then to anything edible. EVERYTHING was over 35 grams of carbs per serving. Hmm...this is going to be even harder than I thought. "Philllllllliiiiiiipppppp" I yelled. "What in the world can I eat? Will I ever be able to eat again?" He suggested meat. Meat Meat Meat! Can we fit any chocolate in with all that meat? I settled for an egg and cheese omelet. I have to say it was pretty tasty. Touche Phillip. Can you be my personal chef from now on?

So Phillip and I went to the gym this morning excited about my new exercise regime. He was more interested in seeing how fast I had to walk to meet 2 miles in under 30 minutes. So I was first to hop on the treadmill and started cranking up the speed. 3.2 mph was around a 17 minute/mile pace. Ok. I'll speed it up a little. 3.5 mph. A little better but not by much. 3.7, 3.8, 3.9! No dice. 4.0? BINGO! I was hopping and holding on to the bar on the treadmill for dear life trying not to fly off the durn thing. I'm supposed to do this for how long? 30 min until I get to 2 miles? Oh dear. This is not going to be pretty.

So Phillip hops on the treadmill next to me and proceeds to stretch, bend, twist and turn. He looks at me and waves. I smile back. He cranks his speed up until he gets to a 4.0 mph pace and looks over at me, taps his earbuds signaling me that he wants to talk. "Hey, this 4.0 mph isn't so fast!" I pushed him off his treadmill and was done with him. J/K! I glare at him and put my earbud back in. He says, "Hey! You must just have a shorter stride than me. Good job! Keep up the good work!" Thanks buddy! As I'm rounding out 5 minutes and my legs are cramping already.

I completed the work out but it wasn't fun. I guess that's why Dr. Lucas suggests me only doing this 3 days a week. I'm surely not going to want to go back tomorrow and do it again.

So afterwards we head over to the grocery store to pick up some low carb items. We go to the deli to get some more MEAT! I ordered some BBQ chicken and I look at the nutrition guidelines and it has 3 grams of carbs in it! Urgghhh! White American cheese- 1 carb. Doesn't take long to add up to 20 grams total for the day. Just to make sure it wasn't 20 grams of carbs per meal we called the nurse and yes it is 20 total for the day. One Coke has like 30 some grams. If you ever get bored and want to feel some sympathy for me take a look at your labels on the food in your pantry. It's pretty sad. Anyways, I came home and had a sandwich on 1/2 of a tortilla. Tonight for dinner? Cheeseburgers with no bun!

3 comments:

Kim said...

Oh Ashley, that stinks! I will see if I can find any yummy recipes with low carbs to send you.

Sherri said...

I started Weight Watchers a while back and I agree - it's not fun nor easy having to look at everything, but it does pay off. I know you can and will do it. I'll be thinking and praying for you as you continue your journey. :) Miss you!

Searching said...

Awww. :( That sounds rather awful. I hope and pray it gets better with time. How did today go?