Lately we’ve had a rash of warmer, sunnier weather. And good riddance to the cold and snow! The cold dark days make me want to eat cheese, pasta, and sweets. Then I want to crawl under a blanket and go back to sleep. The changing light about 45 days before the spring equinox (3/21) seems to flip a switch in my brain that says, “This isn’t you, girlfriend. Straighten up and fly right!”
So I reviewed my food plan: I had gotten lazy and let a protein powder sneak into my diet on a daily basis. My trainer had suggested it, but because it lacks fiber and it’s finely pulverized, it moves into the bloodstream immediately. That means it turns to sugar, then to fat, and with my lack of exercise, my weight was going up. This isn’t good for someone with prediabetes. It might as well be crack cocaine or main lined sugar.
I’ve gone back to cooking foods with fiber, limiting my pasta to twice a week, and eating fruit with protein for breakfast. The good news is I’m losing weight again. I began with a BMI of 44. My latest BMI was 35. I’ve dropped from 256 to 206 pounds. This is 10 pounds heavier than last year, but I blame Greece & Turkey, Christmas, Super Bowl, and griefbacon. Oh yes, and chocolate ice cream. How could I forget my soul mate?
I think we each have griefbacon or chocolate soul mate detours on our journeys to better health. We plateau at a level, or wander in the wilderness like the Hebrew children of old, until we get our minds and our hearts in sync again. Then we can return to the well marked path that has been trod by healthy people before us.
The good news is that no longer am I in danger of imminent diabetes. I still have hypoglycemia/insulin resistance, so I check my blood sugar before I exercise to make sure it’s high enough to get me through my session. On this journey, I’ve learned to value myself enough to bring my own food to group meetings where unhealthy food will be served. I’ve learned that the fit and trim menu at the restaurant is the worst place to order a healthy meal, since they cut the calories and add all the salt for a whole day to one portion!
It’s not easy to walk on this path, for though it’s been well marked by the other healthy persons who’ve gone before, the other road taken by everyone else is quite broad and full of ruts. As Robert Frost said in his famous poem, “The Road not Taken:”
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both…
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. ”
May your journey be on the less traveled road, and may you discover better health along the way!
Joy and peace, Cornie