I am down another 1.5 pounds, for a total of 8.5 since I started blogging here.
It's been a scary week. My whole plan was turned on its ear and I didn't know whether I would gain or lose. I went with my husband to see the diabetes specialist. George isn't on insulin yet, but he is on two different medications to control his blood sugar levels. We wanted to know if there was anything else he could be doing to reverse or stop the damage that has already been done. The doctor handed us one page of instructions for a special diet to keep the blood sugar levels steady. It's 30 carbs each at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and 15 carbs each for three snacks a day.
It didn't sound too bad until we got home and tried putting it into practice. One slice of whole grain bread is 20 carbs. A medium banana is 27. One cup of milk is 13 carbs. Here we have been trying to incorporate more fruits and vegetables and whole grains into our diet, and the doctor tells us to severely restrict them. This means, to get enough calories to sustain life, we need to increase our protein and fat intake. It seems a lot like the Atkins diet without the drastic first stage.
(Notice I am saying "we" and "us" here? To be supportive, I am eating the same foods, in nearly the same amounts, as George is. If we do it together, I can be sure he measures everything and checks the carb count.)
In other news, I had quite a good workout yesterday on my low-tech Stair Master (regular stairs). We elevated our bed enough to fit the #10 size cans underneath and transferred what had been stacked in a corner of my office upstairs. This meant grabbing a couple of cans (and dang that wheat is heavy), power walking from the office, through the living room and kitchen, hiking up the stairs, and piling the cans in the bedroom and hallway. I lost count how many trips up and down I took, but I lapped George twice. Then in the cool-down phase I did a lot of kneeling and stretching and pushing to get the cans under the bed. I haven't done a workout that hard for a long time (gauging by the amount of sweat that was pouring off my body). It felt pretty good, actually.