Tuesday, September 29, 2020
It's been three weeks since my official diagnosis of type-2 diabetes, and the diet and exercise program I've adopted to reverse the diagnosis has been a medium success so far... the diet part has gone fairly well, I've been sticking to it by meticulously tracking everything I put in my mouth, using Calorie King's Control My Weight website and transferring the information into a daily spreadsheet, and have consistently brought my carbohydrate intake down to about half of what one requires for a healthy diet; my blood glucose (which I only started tracking yesterday) has dropped dramatically from 231 to 128, more than halfway to my goal of 99. I haven't really lost any weight, but I've lost a layer of puffiness in my hands and face which make me feel a lot better about myself. I wasn't prepared for the depression to spike from the sudden cease of comfort-eating infusions of dopamine, and that has been a struggle, as it saps my will to do the exercise portion of the program, which, along with still having too much fat in my diet is why I haven't lost any weight. But I feel really confident about beating this thing, and am going to stick to it.