Happy pants with new a1c! Yet tinged with sadness

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(Carolyn aka stokies) #1

Last year my a1c was 6.1 in July. As of my test on Tuesday it is now down to 5.3!

YAY! Nearly 80 pounds later… relieved to be out from under the forever label of diabetic.

I haven’t written much about the loss of my mother, but watching her battles and her parents’ really shook me up to try and take charge of my health once again. I was healthy by numbers aside from my weight, which made it easier to delude myself I was ok. I mean I was competing in cycling marathons 50-100 miles, so cardiovascularly, I was doing pretty amazing. I am heavier than most for my height because such an athlete and dense bones… so all those added to the layers of little lies I told myself.

I am grateful fo rthis way of life, but also tremendously sad knowing it could have saved or at least extended my mom’s life. That constantly overshadows the joys in my NSVs and overall progress. I would share those moments with her, and now, there is only silence.

I hope she knows, if nothing else, her last gift to me… was the gift of getting my life back.

#2

Carolyn, this is incredibly touching and moving. Thank you for sharing this bittersweet thought.

(Bob M) #3

I saw my dad go from bad to terrible: still eating pasta, still having out of control blood sugars. It was shortly after that point, and my own health issue, that I took control. Like you, I was spending a ton of time on my bike every summer, many weeks of 90+ miles, and still gained weight until I went low carb.

(Lazy, Dirty Keto 😝) #4

And I’m sure she’s watching over you with so much pride :heart:

(Carl Keller) #5

All I can offer is :hugs: and tell you that your mom would have been so proud and happy to know this.

(Jane) #6

This really hits home with me. I still miss my Mom after 17 years. I know keto would have extended her life if I had known about it back in 2001.

She loved meat and veggies and would have taken to it like me! And we would have supported each other.

The greed of the processed food industry makes my blood boil and I have to set it aside sometimes to retain what is left of my sanity.