I didn't weigh myself this week. Not because I don't want to, but my brain has been busy. You see, I got a new Continuous Glugose Montior last week, and got my training & "installation" last Friday.
Its going well. Aside from the fun of announcing "BEHOLD MY CYBORGIAN GREATNESS" to people in stentorian tones before showing it to them (and it IS Tons of fun), I'm having myself being kept busy by keeping an eye on it. I have to calibrate it every 12 hours, and I find myself constantly curious as to how its measuring up (literally) compared to my blood sugar meter.
My control has ALREADY tightened. Accountability - WHO KNEW?!? Seriously, its making me think about EVERYTHING I put in my mouth - And if I don't on the front end, I sure as HELL do on the back end! I'm seeing the results of what my actions are, and sometimes what they aren't. Its endlessly fascinating . . .for now.
Also, this week the bathroom with my scale has a visitor sleeping outside it.
I'm still doing good. I've done Yoga 4 mornings out of 5 so far. Took Wednesday mornings off for the past 2 weeks, and this past weekend was my monthly cycle, on which one isn't supposed to do yoga - a point which I actually agree with, having tried it one month to my detriment! Nearly passed out from blood pressure fluctuations. Bad idea. Yogis know their stuff, and aren't as anti-women on that one as I'd originally thought. Walking has been going good, but I found quickly that I really - NO REALLY - need my sneakers to do it without the pain. Docs aren't walking shoes. THE END.
So, so far so good. Haven't been food nazi-ing - yet. Planning that joy-filled step for after the holidays.
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