It was a rough 2.5 mile walk / jog tonight. I didn't hydrate myself during the exercise and am now feeling some major stomach aches. Other than that, it's my favorite time of the day.
The past week at work has been equally rough with catered lunches and events boasting banana pudding, cookies, and rolls.
I must say, once you get on a roll (pun intended) the banana pudding and sugary shit just doesn't sound appetizing.
I come home to donuts on the counter, s'mores dip on the stove top, and drive past 67 drive-thrus to and from work.
I'm constantly battling the mind game and psychological damning of food.
This journey continues whether I like it or not and it's different this time because I can't afford to quit. I don't want to quit. I have too much to gain from this lifestyle improvement.
I'm 12 lbs. down and am cultivating a healthier lifestyle for myself to reverse this diagnosis.
Everyone has an opinion on how they best think I can lost the weight but the truth is, only you know what works best for your body and mind to be physically and mentally healthier.
Instead of feeding myself, I'm fueling myself and although it's been extremely hard to watch others continue to eat the shit that put me three feet in the ground, I'm slowly digging my way out and building a ladder of continued progress.
My blood sugars now run between 104-145 when three weeks ago, even after an all night fasting, it was 350.
I just gotta make this happen.