So, as a type 2 diabetic, I have blood work drawn every 6 months. This time around, the one test for overall blood sugar control, HbA1C, was up to 22mg. This ain’t a great number. In fact, it’s higher than it’s been in since I got diagnosed last year-higher than when I weighed enough to be classified as almost obese.
Why am I telling you this? To me, it’s a reminder of a few things.
You can’t take anything at face value.
Anyone that sees me on the street today will probably not make a note of it. I’m pretty generic looking. Average height and average weight- I’m an average looking mom. I exercise sometimes🙈. I write down what foods I eat and try to stick to a balanced diet.
No one can see I have a condition that I fight every day. There are no outward signs, unless someone sees me test insulin, that I have to monitor what I eat, what I do and take my tablets every few hours of every single day.
There are tons of people out there like me. We all have things going on that others don’t have a clue about. It’s a reminder to pass on a smile every chance we get. It’s something we can do to lighten whatever burden the other person may be carrying.
You can always do better.
I look healthy and I feel fantastic. I went through some stuff last year that made me afraid I would be in pain for the rest of my life. I worked hard and improved. Despite my apparent health now, I’m reminded by this blood work that I can still do better.
Diabetic Warriors (my favorite term) can get numb to the daily grind and we need to be reminded to pick up our game. This doesn’t apply to just us Warriors, though. We all need reminders.
We all need new inspiration to keep our goals in sight.
A corollary to the fact we can do better is our need to get help from others to do so. For me, I should reach out to my health care team to help me gain tighter control of my diabetes. This goes for everyone: getting help from others helps us succeed. It can make the process more enjoyable, as well.
Enjoy your days.
I could get depressed about my numbers or ticked that I have this stupid condition in the first place. I choose not to, though. I choose to find ways I can enjoy getting and staying in shape. I choose to spend time each day doing things and being with people who fill me with joy and purpose.
I’m not rich with money but I am rich with the satisfaction of who and what I am.💕
To me, that’s a very good life.😊