Health up date

I thought I’d give a quick health update. I’d say so far so good. I am on medication for the diabetes once a day. I’ve managed to lose just under thirteen pounds since I was diagnosed and the blood sugar is doing pretty well. Usually it’s around 105 to 110. When it does go up it’s around 150. I’m trying to see what cause it to go up even that high. One evening it was up I had eaten a little late, I had one small serving of spaghetti (I mean small) and a small piece of garlic bread.  So I’m not sure if it was eating later – closer to when I checked, or the spaghetti or the bread. Another time it was up I’d had rice. As I get more information I’m taking it real easy with bread and rice – I’m not that wild about spaghetti anyway.

I’ve managed to stay completely away from my beloved SunDrop, but I have missed it. I’ve been drinking more diet drinks than I would like because it’s one of the few things that helps control my cough. But now that the cough is finally subsiding I’m trying to stick more to water.

Now for the vegetables – I still don’t like them. That being said, I am eating more spinach. I like spinach in salads and I’ve found some low carb chicken dishes with spinach that I really like. Of course as fate would have it, spinach is one of the veggies Nick does not like. But he does encourage me to eat all I want.

I have an appointment to talk with a nutritionist early in March. I have my four lists – things I love, things I like, things I will eat and things I won’t eat. I hope he/she is someone I can really talk with and will help me work out some reasonable eating habits using the first three lists.  

I haven’t done much exercising and that is definitely on my ‘to do soon’ list. The cough, the cold weather, and the fact that I’m a life long couch potato have played into the reason I’m not getting up and moving. Nick, were he so inclined, could help me with this I’m sure.

The other day I couldn’t decide if Nick was foolish, brave or confident as he came into the kitchen as I was cutting up some raw chicken. With my hands fully occupied he pulled my pants down and began spanking for – well I don’t know what for, the heck of it I guess. I warned him I had a knife, but he didn’t seem very worried. When he stopped I asked, “Can you get my pants back up?” His answer was, “I don’t want them back up” and he wandered from the kitchen. I general don’t like cooking, but as I finished up with the chicken and shuffled over to wash my hands I couldn’t help grinning. Now if cooking brings this on all the time…