And…Yeah…Um…So…
I haven’t written on here in over 6 months. A blog where you discuss the trials and tribulations of weight loss doesn’t exactly work if you aren’t genuinely trying to lose weight anymore.
And that, is exactly what happened.
After my last 211 weigh in I was able to get even lower. I was able to drop down to, at my lowest, 202. I saw the scale say it. Admittedly I was probably dehydrated, no food in my intestines, and about to have faint, BUT DAMN IT IT SAID 202. With the encouragement (Yes, I am easily manipulated) of friends and family (Everyone decided i was too thin) I went back to my old ways. And over the next 6 months or so I have managed to regress quite a bit. Thankfully I am not close to where I started (I was 252 point something or other, but that was also after a few days of dieting. Im pretty sure i was close to 260) and currently I am back to 224.
At first I thought it was acceptable.
As I said, I was told I looked too skinny. As you can see from the picture on the right I WAS quite smaller than I had been. My mom literally expressed concerned for me. A friend said I had a lolli pop look about me. And did I mention I was hungry? I was tired of being good and constantly on top of my diet and getting my ass out there to exercise. I just wanted to go eat, drink and be merry with no constraints. And that folks, is what I did for the better part of 6 Months. I would go back to the Low Carb/Diet life for a week here, few days there, but I would inevitably go BACK to all of the bad habits that got me to 260 in the first place. Funny enough, I think I forgot WHY I was trying to lose weight. I wasn’t thinking about all of the health problems my mom has and the fact that I was right on track to experiencing everything she went through, plus perhaps, a bit extra. It became more about how my friends responded to my new frame. What clothing I could put on that I couldn’t dream of before. I was trying to be a model as opposed to healthy Elon.
And now here I am. January 6th, 2010. 224 Pounds.
I haven’t actually said out loud how much I gained because I didn’t want to acknowledge my failing. I was still much smaller than everyone remembered me being so I’ve sorta rode this out silently. But reality has in fact set in again. My mother continues to have health issues due to complications with her diabetes and for a few days I wasn’t feeling well at all and I thought perhaps my Blood Glucose was elevated. Upon testing it I found that i was actually not that high. I wasn’t within normal range but i was no where near as high as what my body was telling me i felt. Which, I found…strange…
I did some research and I came across the guidelines for Diabetes. I had never been to a Dr. specifically for my Diabetes. I worked in a hospital, and felt sick one day, and my mom tested my Glucose and it was sky high (Her meter actually just said “High” and then the her friends down in the nursing station tested it and it said “High” again. At this point it was a far gone conclusion that I must be diabetic.
But with my recent testing of my blood glucose levels it didn’t add up. A non-medicated, non-exercising diabetic should have had higher readings, i thought. So I continued researching and found the way that Diabetes is actually diagnosed is through 2 tests. A fasting glucose reading and a 2 hour glucose tolerance test. you have your blood glucose levels tested after ingesting 75 grams of Glucose (i.e. 1/3rd cup of sugar i.e. a little more than a 20 oz Coke…i’m not kidding) If you fall under 180 (some say 200) on the test you are NOT diabetic. You are Pre-Diabetic (theres 2 forms of pre-diabetes but I dont remember the acronyms right now) and those 2 forms can be dealt with way easier than ACTUAL diabetes. You can push off diabetes for YEARS.
After doing the tests myself (I have a glucose meter and I have access to medical grade 1/3rd cup of sugar) I found that i am in FACT pre-diabetic. I believe my smaller frame adds to that cause. Perhaps really fat Elon would have failed that test. Slightly Chubby Elon falls under the line. Upon further reading it says that if you dropped 7 to 10 percent of your body weight you would be in even BETTER shape to deal with this crap. (Read: If perhaps I was still at my lowest weight since I lost weight, I’d be in BETTER shape to deal) and all of a sudden, my focus returned.
My Mom is a living, breathing, 20 years older version of me (we look alike in all honesty) and I watch her suffer a lot. I can’t sign up for that. I’d rather just not be alive than go through the surgeries and the complications and all of the terrible things that seem to all stem from Type 2 Diabetes, which although hereditary, still controllable and preventable. So I’ve cut the blog back on. I’m on my 2nd day back on the Low Carb wagon. I’m in my exercise gear ready to go for a 5 mile run/jog/walk/some sort of movement. I’m trying to remember the focus i had on this very blog 7, 8 months ago.
If motivation is what keeps this blog updated. I think I have it. Lets see how it goes shall well we?
). I’ve been fat since I was about 21-22. I had moments of trying to drop some weight (I successfully lost a few pounds in both ‘03 and ‘04 but never to the extent I’m currently dropping) but I failed. I failed at low carbing too! I would do it for a few weeks and once i saw some results I’d return to my old way of eating (I literally stopped my low carb diet with some Taco Bell.) What made those times different from now?
