Oh, how I love sweet things. Eis, pies, cakes, candy bars, frou-frou coffees, you name it, I probably love it.
But, it doesn’t love me. Well, maybe it does, sort of. It does tend to stick with me so to speak. Like a spare tire around my middle sticking with me.
Prior to my move to Germany last year, I lost 10 lbs. Then, after living in Germany for 2 months, I had lost another 10lbs. I was at a good weight. I looked healthy and felt good. For most of my life I have been at a good weight. OK, I was a tub of lard during nursing school. But seriously, who else out there, that has gone through nursing school, didn’t pack on some pounds? Besides, that weight fell off within my first 6 months working the night shift in the ER. I was back at a good weight.
Anyway, after moving to Germany, I experienced the German Holiday Celebrations. I dove whole hog into the celebrations.(I think we celebrated Christmas for 3 or 4 days straight. Then New Years, and a week of drinking during Karneval and Easter.) There are several holidays from December through Springtime. I celebrated them all. I ate, drank, and was merry. Well, I was Cherie, but I felt very merry.
But now, I feel fat.
This feeling was acknowledged and confirmed this past week when I went for my Endocrine doctor appointment. Yes, I am a Type II diabetic. I was a Type II diabetic even when I was thin, I have been for years. But, either way, weight is a very important factor with this disease.
I went into the office, and the first thing they needed was my weight. I was dreading this. I knew I had gained weight, just wasn’t sure how much. It was 12lb!! I currently weigh the same amount I did when I delivered my first child!! How does this happen? Oh, wait, I know the answer to this question, German Holidays happened.
So, I do love my German doctor. He does not sugar coat a thing. He is NOT American.
“You have gained a lot of weight. You weigh too much, “says my German doctor.
“Yes, I know I have gained weight.” I said.
“Well, if you continue to gain weight, next year you will be taking Insulin.” He said in a matter of fact tone. “You have a choice. You can keep eating, and gain weight. Then you can die young. Or, you can eat less and hopefully live to old age.”
“Um, OK. I would like the second option please.”
“OK, then don’t eat so much, ” says the insightful, German doctor.
Here we are. Today, I stopped adding sugar to my coffee. I am grumpy, but it didn’t kill me. (I have also not killed anyone else, yet). The doctor also suggested that I eat my dinner earlier than our normal time. So now, I have to eat dinner alone, since Dirk doesn’t get home until 7:30. This makes me a little sad, since I love to have dinner with my husband. I have activated my MyFitnessPal app, and plan to follow a 1200 calorie diet. Today is a new day, and I need to drop this weight. Let’s hope it comes off as fast as I put it on!
On a positive note, all of my lab results were very good. So, I am still in control of my blood sugar….I just need to control my weight.
Who else is on the struggle bus? What are you doing to lose the weight?
This is a picture of one of the lovely drinks I had during the Christmas Holiday.(I had several). It is called Eierlikör punsch. It has roughly 3 million calories, give or take.