So to start, let’s just get this out in the air. I had some scary news 3 months ago. I had my annual physical and my fasting glucose levels were high enough to be considered pre-diabetes. I have a family history of diabetes and I had gestational diabetes which makes me a prime candidate to develop diabetes later in life. (hello Jennifer….it’s later in life)
I am happy to report that my sugar levels are decreasing to normal and my A1C levels are normal. I’ve been flooded with different emotions and fears since early March. So I’ve been trying to get back out there and move my body. I’ve been in the lake swimming, cycling to work and at a horrific gym class or two. I’ve had a lot of flashbacks to my triathlon days. I even stumbled on this lip balm I bought at my first tri in 2007.
This tiny random lip balm outlasted the socks, water bottles and my own dedication to being active. This may be the only lip balm in the history of my life I haven’t lost, left in a random pocket, or put through the dryer. I digress, as usual.
My hope is that I am finally “back” to making healthy choices. I refreshed the mantra!
I am not how much I weigh or how much I’ve gained or how much I’ve lost.
Changing my shape and size won’t make me happy. It may make me poor cause I’ll have to buy new clothes.
Positive thinking about me, you and the world will make me a better person.
I respectfully decline to discuss someone’s size…unless it makes you or me laugh and doesn’t hurt anyone.
I will eat what I want, and move on—slowly or quickly depends on what I ate.
I will move this body every day.
Thin doesn’t mean health. Fat doesn’t mean unhealthy.