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An Apple A Day

My husband has graciously promised not to give me any more medical advise that he is not legally qualified to give.  Which is nothing, actually.

So that road rash I mentioned?  Still here.  Only now it’s infected and getting “out of control”, according to my doctor.  

Since Cody rated my scrape as a 3/10, I didn’t think too much of it.  When it didn’t really close after a few days, I thought – meh.  Might be deeper than I thought.  Then when it started to get a yellow tinge and my nurse friend looked grossed out, I thought I should see a doctor.  Dr. Cody, however, told me that this was how scabs formed.  I listened to him, and then all of a sudden, there’s more crap coming out of this thing, it’s red and angry and getting some kind of hard bump under it.  Time to see a real doctor!

I will be on some antibiotics for the next 7 days.  Oh joy.  

I am diabetic.  Which means, unfortunately for me, the circulation in my limbs is not that great – or at least something to be watchful for.  With poor circulation comes the bad luck of things not healing quickly or how they should.  Well, I don’t want gangrene   I don’t want my leg amputated under the knee at the ripe age of 29.

I didn’t expect any of this when I went rollerblading with Cody.  If I had known I’d have nasty yellow pus oozing from a wound, I’d had opted to get my bike out of storage instead of purchasing the rollerblades.  

Once again, I should have bought the knee pads.  What a disgusting, drawn out lesson to learn.



False Advertising

I am miserable. And now that I have to write this for the second time, I’m even more miserable.

I made every effort to avoid failing at this diet over the weekend. Before you guess WRONG, I did manage to stay on track over the weekend and I’m still on track up to and including this very moment that I am typing. I went to the ONS like I said I was going to do. I “splurged” and bought some Dr. P approved treats; I bought some muffin and bread mix, and even a protein powder to make breakfast not only doable, but enjoyable. I got more than one option for breakfast just in case one wasn’t so fantastic.

So why am I miserable, you ask?

Because this diet sucks today. It took every ounce of strength, determination, and will power not to put that loaf of garlic bread in the freezer out of its misery. Those cheddar cheese bites in the freezer were also calling to me, and it was really, really hard to continue with the silent treatment.

It all started with breakfast. I think I mentioned it before, but breakfast is a hard meal for me. I struggle with it. My first step to make breakfast tasty and filling was to try a protein shake. I got one that tastes like peanut butter and is very low carbs – and didn’t come in a 3 pound tub for half of my life savings. Well, my friends, it’s gross. Yeah, it tastes like peanut butter – which is it’s only good point, so far. On this phase of the diet, I am not allowed dairy – so this powder gets mixed with water. Somehow, it defies all logic and is thick but watery all at the same time. I’d give it a go with mixing it with some milk – but like I said, that’s a no-no for me right now… unless I want to try it with Almond Milk, which I’m not so keen on. The other thing is that this “shake” is so fucking lumpy. I’ve tried mixing it with a spoon. I’ve tried shaking it in a container and pouring it into a glass. I’ve tried whisking it. No matter what I do, there are still lumps!! To get this down, I have to pour this into a mug so that I can’t see the disgusting color of this drink. I then resort to one mouthful at a time, with my eyes closed and my nose blocked and using every part of me to swallow and not gag. Once again, probably dramatic, but this stuff is nasty.

Then the “bread”. Just because it’s compared to bread does not mean it is going to taste like it – I found that out the hard way this morning. I decided to get this mix and I was going to make some buns/muffins to eat for breakfast. After some research, I opted to add some Turkey Pepperoni (overrated and nothing like it’s salty counterpart), Allegro cheese (I found out lactose is apparently what makes cheese taste good), and some jalapeno, which would make this a doctor approved breakfast! Well, the level of salt in the buns was terrible. I also discovered that soy flour and ground flax does not make any bread I’ve ever tasted before or have a desire to taste again anytime soon.

So with breakfast a complete flop, everything seemed to go downhill from there. I didn’t have a plan for lunch, so I made a quick chicken noodle soup… and found that it was missing everything I know and love about the soup – the noodles specifically. Dinner was chicken kabobs, spiced with some weird shit. I resorted to spicing down the kabobs with a mixture of organic fat-free, salt-free, taste-free Cesar dressing with a dash of Frank’s Red Hot. Diet friendly and made the kabobs edible. Between lunch and dinner I was starving. I ended up snacking on Jell-O and other sweets – again, all which are allowed on this diet. I felt guilty about eating these, even though I didn’t overeat anything and it was all within the diet guidelines.

Cody (poor soul) came home to Ranting Wife. I was angry, hungry, deprived and annoyed. I ended up bawling my eyes out, telling him I hated this diet and I didn’t want to do it anymore. 20 minutes later, I got up and looked for some more recipes which are Dr. P approved. I realized two things:

1. This is going to take a lot more planning and effort than I originally thought.

2. It is going to take a lot more to break me.

I need a meal list. I need better snacks. I need to do groceries. I need alternatives in case something isn’t what I want at that very moment.

I also cannot argue with results. It’s only been 5 days and I’ve lost 5 – 6 pounds. Sure, a lot might be water. I don’t know. But it’s off… and every day a little more comes off with it. In addition to that, I am also off of my Diamicron medication. I was on the daily maximum before – and now, my sugars are stabilized and in perfect range. If this is just part of the results in 5 days, I can’t even imagine what things will look like in another 2 weeks, a month, a year.

So while I may have been crying like a baby ready for food time, I didn’t veer off of the path. And for that, I think I deserve a sugar-free, guilt-free snack.

“If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?” —T.S. Eliot



Let’s Start Again

I hate breakfast.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  I don’t do well trying to eat breakfast.  Normally, I’d have yogurt with some raspberries and granola – always seemed “better”… I mean, I could get a bagel, eat half a pound of bacon, or fill up on chocolate.  I see now that my “parfait” was pretty carb-heavy, considering.

I went to my first appointment with Dr. Poon yesterday.  I was given a sample menu and everything, LITERALLY, had eggs incorporated into the breakfast!  I HATE EGGS.  Loathe, despise, even fear (…fear might be a slight eggaggeration. ha!).  I can cook with eggs, but I don’t eat them on their own.  One of the “suggestions” for breakfast was cooking an egg white and using it as a wrap for some protein.  I actually read it and cringed – I kid you not.

Anyway, Cody was going to the store the store last night to grab some things for me to make it though Day 1 successfully – and I realized that I had NO IDEA what I was going to eat.  After a lot of thought and research, I decided I’d eat some low sodium turkey bacon and mushrooms.  Well, that was an hour ago and I am convinced I’m starving.  Let’s face it – though I can eat bacon on this diet, I can’t eat a lot.  So I didn’t eat a lot and now I’m lost, trying to figure out what to munch on.

I’m going to be visiting the Ontario Nutrition Store (http://ontarionutrition.ca/) very soon.  There are a couple of things that might make breakfast a lot easier for me.  I am also realizing that eating healthier is going to be expensive!  I’m hoping it’ll balance out with the lack of fast food I’ll be eating – which was much more often than I’d like to admit.

So back to the appointment:  First, I met with a nurse who was so super nice.  She took a measurement of my neck (not sure why, but alright – painless).  My height was taken – 5′ 4.5″ (I lost half an inch?  Why couldn’t it have been from my waist instead??).  Then my weight – which I’ll keep to myself for the time being.  Let’s just say that it’s a high number, but still lower than it used to be, which is nice.  My BMI is so freaking high and my body fat percentage was a little disturbing!  Griping and sad realizations aside, I’m moving forward.  I have a goal to meet, and I intend to do just that.

I then met Dr. Poon – who was blunt but very nice.  He seemed to think I’d be successful, but that I needed to know it was going to be work – HARD work – and a lifetime commitment   We briefly went over the plan:  eat as much lean protein as you want, all the green leafy veggies you want, all the egg whites you want, even all the Jell-O Light you want.  You can eat some other veggies – cool – but there’s a limit.  Everything else is pretty much off-limits:  milk, root vegetables, fruits – but for Phase 1 only (a hopefully 2 week only period)  I was concerned because I take Diamicron, which causes my sugar to be stabilized after eating half a bag of chips, but with no carbs, I’ll bottom out.  So the plan for me will be to still have very little carbs, but test before eating and if I’m under 7, don’t take the Diamicron.  Everything else will be the same.  Sounds restrictive – but I need that right now.  I need this to restart my system.

Next, I went to have my metabolism testing.  My results showed that my metabolism is faster than normal – which is a good thing.  Essentially, if I eat the way the good doctor wants me to and I incorporate some exercise, I should lose weight at a good pace.  Fingers crossed, knock on wood, scratch your head.

At the end of the day, I was exhausted and had a very good “Farewell Bad Food” meal.  This morning I woke up and started to cook the turkey bacon on my George Foreman grill and I was so tempted to finish the last english muffin we have sitting on the toaster.  But I didn’t!  I cooked the bacon (it was surprisingly tasty.. though I’m not entirely sure it’s allowed on the diet.) and had a side of mushrooms.  Now, I’m making a tea and telling myself that my salad with tuna for lunch will be great!  Even if croutons are not included.

“This one step – choosing a goal and sticking to it – changes everything.” — Scott Reed


Doctors, Diets, and Diabetes

TOMORROW!!  I will be meeting Dr. Poon tomorrow, who is going to be a huge part of me losing weight.  I’m nervous, excited, and more nervous.  In addition to see Dr. Poon, I’ll be heading off the the fertility specialist, lawyers, and the bank.  Weird combo?  Yes.  But, Cody and I sold our condo over the weekend!  Now the fun starts… pack, find an apartment, deal with eating drastically different, and trying to get pregnant.  I won’t get into much more than my struggle with with dumping my disease, but if you’re interested in reading more about the fertility journey Cody and I are on, you can check out my other blog “Baby Brain…Sans Baby”.

I know I am going to be successful in following this diet to the letter.  I’m changing my thinking, which is how I’m going to be able to stick on the right track.

1.  Healthy food isn’t going to be bad!  It’s not flavourless or tasteless – in fact, many of the food have a stronger taste and leave you feeling fuller, longer.  I normally saw myself as being deprived with healthy food, but I’ve changed this perspective.

2.  Exercise is not going to be a punishment either!  I love to swim; I enjoy yoga.  These two activities alone are going to be much more enjoyable when I don’t have to haul 40 extra pounds around.

3.  I am not embarrassed about having to go on a diet.  You eat what you want, and I’m going to eat what I should.

4.  Food is a necessity.  That doesn’t mean it can’t be enjoyable – but it does mean that I don’t have to eat until I need a nap.  It means I eat to survive.

5.  Doing what I’ve been doing has not helped one bit.  It’s time for a change and I’m ready for it!

I’ve told my cousin about going on this diet and she was so negative!  She told me that it sounds horrible to have to go to a doctor and have him tell you what to do; she told me that all of the food I’m going to have to eat will be boring and unsatisfying.  Good thing she doesn’t have to do it right along with me.

I’ll be tested on DAY 1 of the diet – we have a guest coming over for dinner that night.  I’m prepared though.  How does this menu sound:

  • Lemon and thyme chicken breasts
  • Mini red potatoes with garlic (for my husband and his guest)
  • Broiled asparagus
  • Steamed broccoli

…Doesn’t sound like deprivation to me!

“Positive thoughts are not enough. There have to be positive feelings and positive actions.” — Unknown

I’m on the right track!



beanie, Meet the Metabolic Diet

I was laying in bed unable to fall asleep… again.  I was thinking about my baby drama (see my other blog:  Baby Brain…Sans Baby) and how I was going to make this year different from last year.  And I had a light bulb moment:  Dr. Poon.

(If you ever get the chance, check out his website http://www.poondiet.com.)

I’d first heard of Dr. Poon from one of my ex co-workers.  He’d seen Dr. Poon and while he lost weight, he did not like the way the doctor addressed him and had implied that his 4lbs weight loss in a week was insufficient.   I then had seen my family physician last year who said that if I wanted help in trying to lose weight, then he’d be able to refer me to Dr. Poon, who had great success in helping people lose weight and keep it off. I told my GP that I’d hear Dr. Poon was “tough” and my doctor bluntly told me that sometimes that’s what you need.  I was still in denial that my diabetes was mainly due to poor eating habits, so I told him I’d think about it – and I walked out and let the idea of being referred over fly away in the wind.

The next morning, I got on my computer and started researching the Metabolic Diet and the doctor.  I read blog entries from those who had been on (and still were on) the diet.  I joined the Dr. Poon Facebook group.  I determined to myself (and later to my husband) that this was going to be something I was going to do, it was going to help, and I was going to stick with it.  My husband didn’t seem entirely convinced that I’d go through with it, and to admit – I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to either.

Maybe a lot of it had to do with me thinking that Cody didn’t think I’d follow through.  Maybe it had even more to do with the fact that I’m sure no one believes I’ll be with the diet or the doctor for very long.  But this week, I told Cody I was going to make an appointment with my doctor so that I could be referred to Dr. Poon.  I am proud to say, readers, that I made the appointment with my GP, and I went (there were a few times that I tried to talk myself out of it!).  I updated him on my current medications; I updated him on my fertility issues; finally, I asked for a referral to Dr. Poon.

I came home and not even 2 hours later, I received a call from the Metabolic Clinic.  I’ll be walking through their doors on Jan 30th at 2PM.

I honestly believe that this will be a push in the right direction.  Not only will I look better, but I’ll feel better and my health issues will be alleviated a little (no – I am not expecting any miracles!).  I hope the meeting goes well and that I can connect with a doctor at the clinic.

“A dream doesn’t become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination; and hard work.”  Colin Powell

It’s going to be anything but easy.  But it’s the first step of many more to come.




Old Failures, New Starts


First, I want to apologize to anyone that was following the blog, whether it was with a passing curiosity, in an effort to get some kind of support, or if it was a way to lend some support.  If I’ve also failed you in some way, I am truly sorry.  I am going to try and write again regularly (not making a promise or “goal” to do this as often as I thought I would last year!), and I hope that we can be friends again.

In my last post I was so proud of myself for managing to take all of my medication on time for a week.

Over a year later, here I am.

I failed at keeping my blog up to date.  I failed at continuing to take my medication regularly.  I failed at getting off of my medications – in fact, I had a whole big switch in medications.  I failed at 90% of the goals I’d set for myself last year.

And here I am, jumping back on the “horse”, ready to give it another go.  I don’t want to focus on my failures over the year – I’d rather report the things I’ve succeeded in doing and the accomplishments I’ve made.

Last year:  I lost SIXTEEN (yes, 16) inches over my entire body – almost 6 of those on my waistline alone.

I made and KEPT my appointments at a well-known Diabetes Management Center here in the GTA.  I met often with an endocrinologist who did an overhaul on my medication.  Unfortunately, this meant that I needed to be put on another medication since the Metformin was not controlling things on its own. I was placed on the maximum dosage of Diamicron MR with the possibility of needing a night-time insulin as well since my fasting sugars are always too high.  I took this change well, for the most part.  I added the medication in, took it as I was supposed to and ate better.  3 months later, I went for blood work and it came back perfect.  Not only that – I didn’t need to add an insulin in my medication line up.  I still need the Diamicron, but if it means my sugars are in control right now, then I’ll deal with it.

After the last time I met with my endocrinologist, I was faced with some completely different medical issues.  I’ll be adding some entries separately about those, sort of like their own blog – but to make a long story slightly less long, I’ve again come to the conclusion that I need to lose weight.

I know what you’re thinking – what’s really different this time than last time (or the 50 times before this entry)?  Well, there’s the superficial reasons:  I want to look better.  I want smaller jeans.  There’s the medical reasons:  Maximum dosages of medications is not OK.  My toes have been tingly – a sign of neuropathy, common in diabetics.  There’s the financial reasons:  We can’t keep paying for so many different medications.  There’s the emotional reasons:  I don’t want to end up like so many of my family members, dying from complications related to diabetes.  I want a baby.  And then there’s the reason that has the most impact:  It’s just not OK anymore, something HAS to be done.  I’m killing myself slowly.

Here’s the thing…  I used to lie to myself and make excuses.  I’d tell you, my husband, my family, and my doctors anything to make it look like it was out of my control.  That I was already doing all I could to control the diabetes.  But the truth is that I wasn’t – I didn’t lose all of the weight I should have… yes, I lost a significant amount – but there were times I’d work out hard at the gym and leave and go and get McDonald’s for dinner.  I didn’t eat the things I should have, I didn’t always take my medications, I cancelled doctor’s appointments.  Oh, the list goes on.  The point here is that not only am I taking things into my own hands again, but I’m actually taking full responsibility for where I am – for the first time in my life.

“The willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life is the source from which self-respect springs.” —  Joan Didion

No more excuses.  No more blames.  All I am asking of you, reader, is to give me a second chance.

Stepping back in the ring,


Success Doesn’t Come Easily

I’m cranky.  I’m annoyed, frustrated, irritated, and just plain cranky.  And here’s a news flash:  I’m allowed!  I wish my husband would just get it sometimes.  On some days, I am just in a bad mood.  It’s different from depression, and he can’t seem to decipher between the two.

I’ll get back to that in a second.  On day 1 when I told my husband about the blog, he was so excited that I was willing to share my story with people.  He thought it would do me good since I can express myself and remain anonymous.  So I read him my entries.. and now, since hearing about how I go into bad depressions sometimes, he looks at me a little differently if I’m in a bad mood.  Like he’s one step away from putting me on suicide watch!  It is so annoying.  Let’s be real for a minute:  when I’m in a depression, I usually work pretty hard at covering it up so that he doesn’t worry.  I will stay in bed all day and an hour before he comes home, I put dishes in the dishwasher and jump in the shower in an attempt to look like I was functional during the day.  When I am in a pissy mood, I just let it be known.

I have reasons to be grumpy these last few days.  I’m starting up medications again, which wreaks havoc on my body.  I am so sick most of the day, I don’t even want to do anything.  I sleep because if I’m sleeping, I don’t notice my headaches.  If I’m in dream land, I don’t have an upset stomach, nausea or hot flashes.  It’s just easier to sleep.  Secondly, I’m trying this whole new diet thing.  I love to eat and used to eat a lot.  Now, I’m eating significantly less – which is a good thing – but something I’m not used to it and my body isn’t either.  It’s been a rough week and my comfort was always food.  I don’t have that now and it’s frustrating and hard to work through.  And the last reason?  An allergic reaction to a vaccine from Monday.

… A reaction which has cause the injection site to become swelled, painful, and itchy.  This rash or hives has spread through my arm.  I’ve not been able to sleep properly and shirts were even causing discomfort.  I went to the doctor yesterday for this issue (I am so grateful that I don’t have to wait weeks or months to get in to see my doctor, like some people) and he advised that it was an allergic reaction to something in the vaccine.  He said that he would not give me a flu shot in the future because of this reaction and we’ll have to be very careful with other vaccines.  He told me to take some allergy medications and if the rash/hives spread (how do you tell if it’s spread?  Oh, you draw an ungodly pen border around the rash.  If it moves beyond the pen lines, you have yourself a progressive rash.) I would have to go back and see him.  Since it is the weekend, I have to be careful and if there are any problems with breathing or pain:  emergency room, meet beanie.


I am now on all of my medications listed in my second post (there are…7 medications, and 12 tablets a day) PLUS allergy pills to bring this reaction down.  I can’t even really tell what has been making me so sick lately!  Medications?  Reaction to the TDP shot?  A combination of everything??

These allergy medications knock me out (in the middle of the day) for hours at a time.  So far, some of the redness has subsided along with some of the swelling.  So it’s mostly doing what it should (not fast enough for my liking) and hopefully I won’t have a wait in the emergency room this weekend.

I am grateful that I didn’t go to the doctor and he said that, oh I don’t know, there was now Tetanus running through my veins and we’d need to do an emergency amputation, IV antibiotics, anti-histamines and adrenaline.  I’m sooooooo lucky (insert rolling eyes here).

Seriously though?  I’m annoyed.  I hate that my body is so sensitive to things.  That there is always a side effect that I must experience.  That it’s another thing to make me feel like I’m abnormal.  That now I get to take allergy pills for a week and get to experience the zombie life – sans rotting flesh and cravings for various human body parts.

FML x 2.

I know that this isn’t really related to my relationship turmoil with diabetes.  And I know I should at least try to be upbeat.  But who else is going to listen to me and (hopefully) be on my side unconditionally?  Bless his beautiful heart, but my husband is Mr. Optimistic ALL of the time.  And it gets so annoying.  Sometimes, I just want him to let me be cranky.  I don’t always want to see the bright side.  The rose tint on his glasses is amazing – it has never faded.  Which is good and so frustrating, depending on the day.

I was searching for quotes about crankiness, bad days and frustration and was getting all these positive happy-happy quotes.  It was getting pretty… wait for it… frustrating!  (Lame.  I know.)  But came across a pretty good one:

“Frustration, although quite painful at times, is a very positive and essential part of success.”
Bo Bennett

Still a happy-happy quote, but hopefully applicable to my struggles.

I will have my bad days.  I will allow myself to be irritated or frustrated.  If I don’t have my struggles, I cannot have my ultimate success.

Fighting my fight today and tomorrow,