I had a diabetes appointment on Valentine's day. It was not good. Happy Valentine's Day to me.
He thinks my neck pain and shortness of breathe is probably anxiety. That's better then a heart attack but now I get to be anxious about being anxious. I am a fucking mess, seriously.
My A1C was 11.6 (it should be around 5 or 6) and my bad cholesterol was 147 (it should be around 75.) See? A fucking mess.
I go back in six weeks. I'll be watching what I eat and moving my chubby body around more. That sounds like I'll just be flinging it around willy nilly. And maybe I will. I'm truly not interested in losing weight. I'm just now starting to dig me as I am. But I want those numbers down! That, in my opinion, is a better goal then fitting into skinny jeans.
My goals are to be around for my babies as long as I can, to not have to die a slow painful death, to not have to amputate anything, and to not go blind. You know just the regular garden variety life goals. Wish me luck, I have six weeks.
What are some of your goals?