I am going to begin a personal journal and keep it up for as long as I have time and interest. It may help keep me focused on this when it ceases to be novel and becomes more of a chore. If you are reading this and you are not me, you’ll find that I tend to meander a bit between talking for my own benefit and throwing in background and jokes for you. Not only is it typical of my scattered mind but it also proves that I am nothing without an audience. And if no one else ever reads this, so be it.
If you do read along, please feel free to comment, criticize, or leave a joke for me.
So here goes. My name is Mike. While my body is 52 years old, I am a closet 12 year old – I want Everything my way and I want it now. And sometimes Everything is self-contradictory. I want to be thin AND to eat whatever I want. To have a flat belly AND drink copious amounts of beer with da boys. To buy what I want all the time AND to have a nice early retirement. To be thought of as a rebel AND to fit in. Nope, I never grew up. And by and large when it comes to the push and pull of what I want, I have usually made the short term, easier choice. Which is how I got here.
I did SBD once before, solely to lose some weight. This was somewhere in the mid 2000’s, not sure when. I do know I dropped from 220-ish to 204, within 4 pounds of my first goal, when I crashed and burned. Since then, things have changed for me. I have been diagnosed as Type 2 diabetic. I have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and a host of other issues related to the indignities of aging. Slowly, the meds I have taken for blood sugar have ceased to be effective when put up against my continuing bad eating habits. So here I am again, looking at SBD as a path to regaining control of my situation. This isn’t about the flat abs any more, it’s about avoiding needles and heart attacks.
Today is P1 D4 for me. The first three days went well, mostly. With the novelty of actually DOING SOMETHING about my weight and diet, I didn’t feel particularly deprived at all. I did suffer headaches at the end of Days 1 and 2, but they were minor. And my blood sugars were damn near normal beginning as soon as dawn on Day 2 (as opposed to my more usual 100 points OVER normal.) Day 3 went well as well, up to bed time. At that point, I checked my blood sugar and it was actually a little LOW. That is not a bad problem to have during the day, but a crash in the middle of the night is very unpleasant. So I did what I think was the right thing to do – I broke discipline and had two crackers with peanut butter, and chased them down with 8 to 10 sweetarts. (My doctor tells me to eat 5 of these when things get really low for a quick fix.) I figured this would carry me through the night, and they did. Unfortunately my insulin resistant body grabbed hold of that feast and has embraced it like a death grip. Blood sugar this morning (8 hours after snack) was 151, and just before lunch it was still in the 150’s. I am not discouraged or irritated, but it does point out the special challenges I am going to face managing in both Phase 1 and later in Phase 2. Phase 1 will require a lot of monitoring to make sure I don’t let sugars get too low. Phase 2 will require a great deal of finesse to ensure that I do not add too many or the wrong carbs back and go back to high sugar counts. I may have to find a personalized Phase 1.5 in order to get the weight off successfully while maintaining good sugar.
All in all, though, I am doing well. I began SB this time at 229.4 pounds. Today I weighed in at 224.2 and even though I know it is water at this stage I am glad to be rid of it! Goal weight is 180, which seems like an impossible dream at this point. Right now I’ll just concentrate on 220…..
- Mike 3/27
"Foolish boy. Your powers are no match for the dark chocolate side of the force." - Darth Cadbury