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Weight loss: weight-in #2

What a week! Actually, it’s been pretty boring for the most part, non-dabetic wise; rain, cold, no walks outside unless it’s to go to the car and drive to the grocery store. I think it’s the only outings I’ve done with my son and it showed! He got back at me almost all week, Mr. Grumpy face. Well, the fact that four, yes FOUR teeth are coming out is making him extra grumpy, so it doesn’t help. But no park trip, no walks outside, just plain old inside watching Baby TV when we’re not playing games or I’m not doing house chores or playing Zumba.

Diabetic wise, my body decided to step up and kick my butt. I had to put my basal rate at 75% basically all week and I blame that one two things; weight loss and physical activities. I’m moving. A whole lot than I was before I started this weight loss journey. When I sit on the couch, I remind myself “Isn’t there anything else to do that would require me to actually move?” and then there’s something. There is -always- something to do. Dishes, vacuuming, cleaning, playing with my son, you name it. So I was low more often than I was high. Look see for yourself!

See all the red dots? Those are lows from this week. Eek!

So for all the calories I would spend, I would eat back a lot. Orange juice, followed by bananas or nuts.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

And this is how I felt for most of the week...

I wasn’t expecting much change in my weight. I mean, my pants have become slightly looser, but I blamed that on wearing them like three times in a row and them becoming stretched. Although when I looked in the mirror, my “muffin top” looks more like a “bread top”. Love handles that are asking for still too much love. So this morning, I hopped on the scale. And then I remembered; yesterday was a bad day before a weight-in! Went to my uncle’s, ate lasagna, a Tiramisu, drank a glass of wine and had a scoop of maple ice cream… Yup, I busted my Weight Watcher’s points and went into those cheat points. I should have weighted myself beforehand, but oh well. Let’s see…

So as I stepped on the scale, thinking about my week, the orange juice at 90 calories a glass, had about 15 to 20 of those for sure… My night before, where all the good foods crashed in my system… But took in account all the Zumba I’ve danced, the soccer I played with my son, the cleaning I’ve done… And I stared at the scale at what seemed like an eternity before it showed me the numbers.

206.4 Lbs.

Two hundred and six (point four). From last week, I have made it to my goal of losing 5 lbs once again! I’ve lost five pounds! So that means that I’ve lost 10 lbs since the beginning of my weight loss journey! Me! Someone who is blaming everything on the fact that being diabetic is contributing to my weight gain. That being diabetic makes it even harder to lose weight. (It -is- true though…) That for all these years, I’ve blamed it on being diabetic and my crazy insulin intake, the lows, having to drink juice all the time… And I’ve lost more weight in two weeks than I have in about 10 months.

I can do this. Today, I’ve realized that yes, I can do this!

And I’ve got to keep that line going downwards!


Diabetic parent: dealing with hypos and kids.

Hypoglycemias before my son was rather simple: Feel odd, test, see 2.3 mmol (41.4mg), fix hypo, feel better.

Now, as the diabetic mother of a 13 months old baby, it’s not as simple anymore. When I feel odd, dizzy, shaky… I leave to my testing supplies, followed by a usually cranky baby (I have a theory that he can sense my hypos and cries every single time I’m low… But I’ll get to that in another post) who clings to my leg when I’m already in a confused and small panic state. Grab my things, struggle to get a test strip in the reader while Aaden tugs on my shirt, realize I’m at 2.3 mmol, look for a juice box, attempt at sticking the straw in the super tiny hole while Aaden calms down because he thinks the juice box is his, drink and feel weak so I sit down on a chair, waiting for my BS (Blood Sugar) to rise again. Aaden realizes the juice was for me, so he throws a tantrum and sits on the floor, cries his heart out and I can’t pick him up right away because of the dizziness.

When my blood sugar has risen enough for me to feel better, I need to grab myself a small snack so I head towards the kitchen with a screaming baby who is demanding a snack by that time. So he usually gets one every time I do!

I feel so helpless when this happens because I would want to make him realize that mommy is “sick” so she has to have a little 10 minutes for herself, but there is no way for me to make him understand, of course. If you’re not diabetic, you have to understand that one of the symptoms of hypoglycaemia is confusion and therefor frustration occurs and when a screaming baby sits in front of you yelling for your attention, it’s extremely frustrating!  To me it is anyways…

How do you deal with hypos with kids/babies? Any stories or pointers you can share? Leave me a comment!

Aaden’s a happy kid non the less! No, really!

5 things Diabetics say

One thing I’ve realized over the years is that between diabetics (And those close to them) We have developed a certain ”slang” that people non-diabetics might understand differently and there are words that confuse people. Here’s a small list for your entertainment!

  • “I think I’m high.” (No, not on drugs, but in blood glucose!)
  • “My BS is normal!” (BS: Blood sugar, not BullSh*t!)
  • “I’m low… Need a Glucose Tablet, stat!” (No, that’s not a new name for the latest iPad, it’s fast acting sugar!)
  • “I’m… Juice… Need…. hot… Sweat… Fast…” (At this point, my husband would run to the fridge to grab a juice box. Yup! That’s what a diabetic low on sugar (Having hypoglycemia) sounds like!)
  • “I’m out of strips!” (Test strips that is.)

What other things have you heard from diabetics that was first confusing? Or are you a diabetic and want to add things to this list?

Please do share!

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