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Not As Planned – 136

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In life, there are plenty of things that don’t go as planned. Last week I had plans with two people. One forgot and didn’t show. The other had a sick kid and had to cancel. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really, but it changed my plans. It was out of my control. There was nothing I could do about it.

Things didn’t go as planned.

I could have gotten upset, but I knew there was no point. Letting myself have a moment of disappointment helped me to move on. I was able to quickly come up with a new plan for the morning.

However sometimes it’s not as easy to recover from a change of plans. There isn’t always a pleasant alternative.

I knew there was a high probability that I would become Type 2 at sometime in my life. My grandfather was Type 2. My mom is Type 2. I had gestational diabetes for all five of my pregnancies. The odds were not in my favor. Heredity was not in my favor. I was expecting to develop Type 2 some time in my 60s.

Things didn’t go as planned.

I was diagnosed two weeks before my 38th birthday. That’s not what I had planned. I have to admit the diagnosis wasn’t a surprise though. After all, I was the one who requested the blood work. Something told me to ask.

After getting the diagnosis, I had a plan. I was going to test my blood sugar four times a day every day. I was going to exercise every day. I was going to eat low carb every day. Of course I also knew I was going to let myself have occasional treats like ice cream or Snickers bars, but only when my numbers agreed.Dessin et planifiée de rénovation d’une salle de bain — Photo

Things didn’t go as planned.

I don’t always test my blood sugar. No every day. Not even every week. I still eat french fries every now and then. I don’t always check my glucose levels before having a Snickers. I’m not the perfect diabetic that I planned to be.

There. I admitted it. I’m not perfect. That’s not so bad, is it? Then why am I tearing up as I write this? Why can’t I remember to test as often as I should? Why is it so hard to exercise every day? And why are those treats so tempting? Why is it that I get so upset with myself when I don’t do it “right”?

Things didn’t go as planned.

I may feel out of control, but there is something I can do about it. Maybe today I’ll start by testing my blood sugar once each day. Ideally it would be fasting, but for now I’ll just try for once per day. Baby steps. Just one step at a time.

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