week #2
I had a lighthearted post scheduled for this week's food for (thought) Friday, but Monday blew that out of the water.
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Let me preface my story by saying that my husband is the most fit man I know. He swims 5 mornings a week. He rides his bike 4 days a week, 6 or 7 in the summer. When we met he was a competitive cyclist; he doesn't just go through the motions, he walks, well rides, the walk.
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We eat pretty well. We only eat out once a week and I carefully prepare breakfast and supper most nights. Mr. T still eats meat and chicken (I don't), but I source the food carefully. It's very important to me.
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Early Monday morning he went for his annual physical and then stopped home before going to work. Cholesterol excellent, he said. Blood glucose needs to be watched. I looked in his hand and there was a blood glucose monitoring kit. My heart stopped beating. Diabetes? I was quiet, but inside I was screaming, how can this be?
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Medical opinions vary on acceptable glucose levels, from 75 to 100. Mr. T's was about 101. His doctor always errs on the side of caution. It reaches as high as 600 in some people. "The doctor said I should test once a day in the evening", he said calmly. The first night it was 102. The 2nd night, I was in the living room when I heard the needle pop into his finger. It sounded like an explosion.
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We talked about what he eats, quietly, calmly. Lunches with clients, sweets the women at work regularly bring in. Table sugar in his coffee. We were in bed on Wednesday night and he told me he remembered that his maternal grandfather had diabetes and he thought he might have been insulin dependent. How the fuck did I not know that?
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It is not my life and it is not my body. It is, though, the man I adore. So, I have to tread carefully. But, there will be changes. When I make changes, I go full throttle, this time I will go more slowly. I did however throw out 10 pounds of sugar. Was I planning to bake for an army?
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Thanks for listening and take care of the ones you love,
xoSherry
