My ego took a couple of hits last week. I had my regular A1C check/3-month doctor's visit. The scale at the doctor's office said 5 lbs more than the scale at home. I hate that! Scales are evil. Seriously, they are! They have this way of destroying your good feelings about all the work you're doing and making you feel like that work isn't making any difference. The number on the doctor's scale kept me down for a few hours. And then I realized something...it doesn't matter what the scales say. It matters what my body says. I just have to keep reminding myself of that. And turn my back on the number screen when they take my weight at the doctor's office! The other hit...my A1C registered in at 9.0. Ick! I'm so not happy with that! And neither is my doctor. I hate the lectures they give. Yes, I know all of the risks associated with it. I also know that having a blood sugar of 36 at 1:00 in the morning is a greater danger to life. That number kept me down for a couple of days. And then I realized something else....that number just tells me I have some more work to do and gives me a new direction for health to focus on. I need to work more on my diet, making sure I'm eating the right things, getting enough protein, and that I'm testing and dosing myself at the right times. When it all comes down to it, those two numbers are just information to take in. I choose what to do with them. I can let them bring me down or I can use them to motivate me into new directions, new efforts.
So, here's something new I want to do. I'm hoping it'll keep me honest and give me more motivation to keep working hard, keep on moving, keep on going. Snapshot Sunday. I have a personal fitness journal that I'm keeping. I picked the book up from Barnes & Noble. It was a great bargain. Less than $6.00! And it's got enough pages for a full year of journaling. It's set up well, with a couple pages for entering food. And two pages for fitness. One for strength-training and one for cardio. Each week starts on Monday and ends on Sunday. Perfect for doing a quick pic of it on Sunday evenings so I can post it for all of you to see. Not sure exactly what anyone else will get out of it, but knowing that other people will be seeing it might give me some extra oomph to keep on going, to work a little harder and to push myself just that little bit more. Since this week was a strength-training week (I do every-other-week), I have two photos for you:
There are a few things that I don't put on those lists. Like running around with the kids. Today, for example, I took Lily and Leo for a visit to Camp Needlepoint since it was opening day. I love camp! It's like going home. We spent a good 2 hours walking around the camp, running in the main field, showing the kids the cabins and all the places that mommy used to love when she was there. It was great! And who knows how many calories were burned. Who cares? I was moving and enjoying the day with the kids. When I take a day off from the gym, I want to just enjoy it. So, those days that are blank aren't completely "blank". I just didn't bother with putting the activities down.
One more thing before I go. I'm going to count this as my "confession" as well. When I was still a camper at Camp Needlepoint, there was a fellow camper that I always hoped to find in my group each year. Becky was a fellow sailor, but she always chose the in-camp sailing program while I chose the sailing trip. She was bubbly and adorable and so incredibly fun. One of those girls who is so incredibly cute and so incredibly fun that you just can't bring yourself to dislike her for being everything you wished you could be. She was awesome! She still is. You see, Becky is now the camp director and she has the coolest story ever of being dragged, kicking and screaming, to camp her first year. And then, at the end of the week, a repeat of the kicking and screaming as she was dragged away. She kept going back to camp every year and, as far as I know, she's never missed a year. She LOVES camp. And she's still one of the coolest people I know. I've always admired her. Her sister, who isn't diabetic, met her husband at camp when she started working as a nurse there. And their little girl, who's just a few months younger than Lily, is diabetic as well. So we're all connected through Facebook. Becky heard through her sister about my fitness and weight-loss efforts and sent me a message a few months back. I had the opportunity to chat with Becky at camp today. I'm tearing up as I'm writing this because it was such an amazing thing. She told me that I inspired her. She's dropped almost 30 lbs herself now and she said it's because of hearing of my efforts and successes that she has been working so hard and trying to be active as well. I'm just so incredibly touched and happy to hear that!