Glucose Monitoring and Weight Loss...

Got the glucose monitor via UPS today. Took two readings... 176 and ...260! WHAT? Not good...

Also went to weigh in with the good people at weight watchers today and lost 1.6 since my last weigh in... I went at the tail end of the meeting. There is something too bizarre standing in line with a bunch of other fat people talking about wheat germ...

Tiffany took a shot at the blood sugar monitor too, and weighed in at a mighty 49. Apparently she needs more Snickers bars... The cruddy thing is that I couldn't erase her test in the memory of the monitor, so she has skewed my average downward mightily. She will be taking all of my labs for me from here forward. I may have high blood sugar, but my estrogen levels will be right on the money...

First Course of Action? Host Dessert Auction...

When given a diagnosis of Type 2 diabetes, which in and of itself creates a feeling of numbing shock, there are a lot of possible responses: price compare glucose monitors, contact a resigistered dietician, gather relvant reading material, etc. As for me, I am going to host a dessert auction.... Tonight the youth program at church is raising money to send young men and women to camp. It is a great cause, and raises a lot of money annually. I've been the auctioneer for the past few years, but tonight's experience should be a whole lot more ironic...given that I can't eat a single thing I will be hawking... I hear the Jewish guys are auctioning off pork loin next door at the synagogue too.

AFGO! Another Freaking Growth Opportunity!

Today I went in to meet with Physician's Assistant Angelini at the Oakhurst Medical Center and she let me know that I have Type 2 Diabetes. Life never ceases to throw curveballs. Sometimes it is easy to forget that this life is essentially a test rather than a reward.

When I shared the information with Andrew Lustig, my life coach / rent-a-friend / actual friend, he described the whole thing as AFGO. "Another Freaking Growth Opporunity." Seemed pretty appropriate to me, actually. So here I go, delving into the blogosphere, to chronicle this next somewhat inglorious phase of my life. So much for the Jabba the Hutt, high living lifestyle...

I prayed that 2011 would be easier than the previous year. So far, not so much.