Daily Snapshot

I suppose it’s necessary to have a where-the-hell-am-I-now post, for the sake of comparison.  Oh and by the way, I’ve decided to curse a lot more in 2018.  Hope that doesn’t offend, but it if it does, too fucking bad.

Current weight: 210.8

Current fasting blood sugar: 164

2-hr postprandial blood sugar – don’t know, I just woke up.

Blood pressure: 141/90, heartbeats per minute: 82

What I’m eating:  Low fat, lowish carb, generally low-histamine, not counting calories and eating to satiety.  The lowish carb is not to induce a state of ketosis – it’s to keep my blood sugar under fucking 300.  I would like to increase carbs as my blood sugar drops over time.  Example: For breakfast I just ate 2 eggs fried in chicken broth (no additional fat), a bunch of random veggies (onions, garlic, brussels sprouts, mushrooms), a couple tablespoons of kidney beans.  For lunch I’ll probably have something similar, but maybe chicken breast instead of eggs.  I’ll be keeping fat around 30-40 grams a day on average, but not planning on counting anything at this point.

Exercise: Walking on a treadmill or eliptical during my lunch break, yoga in the AM for 10-15 minutes.

That’s it for now.  Gotta do yoga.  Learn to de-stress.

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Happy 2018

Things have gotten worse for my health.  For that reason, I’m going to re-commit to this bloggy.  I’ve missed writing but was embarrassed to come back and talk about what has been going on.  But what the hell – here I am.

I’m now a big fat diabetic.  I stopped testing my blood sugar for a while because I just couldn’t deal with myself.  I was being avoidant.  Well, I’m done with that.  My glucose is solidly in the diabetic stratosphere, and I have trouble bringing it down now.  About a week ago I tested it a couple hours after a high-carbohydrate meal and it was about 350.  Yes, 350.  (For those unfamiliar with blood sugar ranges, that’s big fat diabetic territory.  A normal fasting blood sugar is under 100, ideally under 90.  Normal for 2 hours post-postprandial – after a meal – is under 140.)  I tested again an hour later (so 3 hours after eating).  It was still over 300.  An hour later it was about 270.  I got on a treadmill to bring that shit down as fast as possible.  Wasn’t wearing the right shoes.  Fuck my shoes.  Wasn’t wearing the right bra.  Fuck my bra.

I better watch it or the google bots are going to classify this as a porn site.

35 minutes on the treadmill, tested again and it was under 200…and it dropped to under 150 over the next couple hours.

This shit scared the hell outa me.  I’m now one of those diabetics that is going to need insulin.  Or dialysis.  Or a prosthetic foot.

I have since committed to a different diet – one that has successfully brought my blood sugar down in the past.  Your average low-fat diet.  Nothing special.  No one to pay for their secrets.  No brand name.  Just stop eating so much damn dietary fat.  I test fasting glucose and postprandial glucose and typically make graphs out of the fasting numbers for simplicity.  I look forward to this graph in a couple months… My fasting glucose is was nearly 200 a few days ago, and since then has started to drop.

I should probably track what I eat but I don’t know if I have the energy for that.

I’ve also started doing yoga and walking.  I plan on working up to running.

This isn’t a New Years thing – the timing is purely coincidental.

My doctor increased my blood pressure medication at the end of December because it had climbed higher – over 180/95, while taking 2 medications to control it.  He also added a blood sugar medication but because I’m a shitty patient I decided not to take it and instead try to control blood sugar with lifestyle.

I’m going to blog daily about this so stay tuned if you’re interested in what I’m eating, how I’m exercising, and whether I still have both feet.

Side note…the law of attraction might be a thing…but ignoring health problems doesn’t make them go away.  It just doesn’t.

I won’t lie, it’s hard for me to put this out there.  I feel like a loser and a failure right now.  I’m sure someone is laughing at me and I’ll probably get a mean email from someone telling me I suck.  I accept that.  I’m putting this out into the world, not because I need it for accountability.  Believe me, I’ll never again need external motivation to work toward better health.  I’m hoping that I can help someone else in the same place as me.  I know it’s hard to know who to believe…so I’m going to take you on this journey with me.  And I’m going to be honest so you know you’re not alone.

Solving A Mystery

My fabulous stretch of fabulousness crashed.  I felt so good for about 4 or 5 days there, which I attributed to pregnenolone, as that was the one thing that I added.  And then, I got depressed.

It began during a Zumba class.

Ray Peat fans will scold me for going to a Zumba class, or for participating in any form of cardio for that matter, but I did it knowing the risks.  During the class – that’s right, DURING the class, I started getting abdominal cramps – the ones you get before you get your period.  To be clear, I was just finishing my period.  And from that moment on I felt tired, lethargic, and depressed for the next 4 days.  So what was the problem?

Here are all of the things that could have possibly gone wrong:

1.  My pregnenolone high ran its course.  I did take another 300mg (a typical weekly dose) on Monday, and it didn’t make things better.  So I don’t think that was the problem.

2.  Free fatty acids (FFAs) released during Zumba class, which included estrogen that is stored in the fat cells.  This is a distinct possibility, and is one of the reasons Peat recommends avoiding strenuous exercise.  The FFAs containing PUFAs (….and estrogen) can be damaging if they’re released faster than the liver can process and eliminate them.

3.  I didn’t take my DIM and Calcium D-Glucarate for several days. This is possible.

4.  I was eating starches and not eating raw carrots.  The more I pay attention, the more I realize that starches are not my friend.  Peat would say they are food for bacteria, which increases endotoxin and/or serotonin in the bloodstream. Raw carrot is antibacterial and decreases endotoxin.  I have found it very difficult to give starches up,  but I have a new trick up my sleeve that I learned just yesterday.  More on this in a moment.

5. I drank alcohol.  Just a couple glasses of wine on a couple of different days, the last of which was Sunday night, the night before I started feeling crappy.  There’s something about the fermentation process that can increase estrogen in the body when you consume alcohol.  I’ll have to give it up for a while again to see if it makes a difference.  In the past I didn’t feel much different just from abstaining from alcohol.

So…many forms of misbehavior, and my health tanks on me again.  I shouldn’t be surprised.  Yesterday (Friday) I was starting to feel better.  I reversed most of the above to remedy the situation and it worked.  Then yesterday I ate starches again and didn’t eat any carrots, and had a glass of wine.  Today I feel like crap again.

Lessons learned:  Take my supplements, stop with the starches and the wine, eat carrots, stop with the Zumba.  Got it.

Not much of a mystery after all.

Oh and here’s my secret regarding starches, thanks to a thread on my Ray Peat Facebook page.  With starches we tend to eat salt…so assuming carbohydrate (sugar) intake is adequate, perhaps a craving for starches is really a craving for salt.  I tested this today while I was feeling very tempted by potatoes that my husband and daughter were eating.  Instead of having potatoes, I microwaved a couple ounces of cheese and sprinkled it heavily with salt.  It completely killed that craving for starches.  So now I’m asking myself before I eat something…do I want something salty, sweet, or savory?  Usually the answer is salty.  Sometimes sweet.  And if I pay attention and follow through my cravings seem to go away.