This morning was the second day of week 10 0f the diet I started after I heard my brother has either type 2 diabetes or insulin resistance enough to treat (my niece wasn't clear enough on this).
Today I stepped on the scales (a nice weightwatcher's scale, not a cheapie), and I was 30 lbs. lighter than the day I started.
During this period, I have had to be treated for depression with Welbutrin, (went on a crying jag for about 5 hours one day, and my sweet hubby decided I needed help, that I couldn't put it off any longer) which is said to have some positive effects on weight loss, but I had already lost 15 lbs. before I got started on it.
My mom died of cardiac complications brought on by diabetes and smoking too many years. I don't know if she was PCOS, but I have every reason to believe that I have the syndrome....irregular periods once my weight is passed a certain point, hirsuitness, discoloration around the neck and underarms, weight problems, and a tendency to craving carb foods, especially after eating carbs, and getting sleepy after eating a heavy carb meal. I am lucky that so far I still do not have the high blood pressure, and my blood fats are currently ok.
I have been running away from diabetes off and on, mostly with exercise, at least part of the year, for about the past 8 years. I even had a gym membership for a while, but managed to get plantar fastitis in both of my feet, which led to a series of health problems, which kept me from doing as much as I liked. What bit of weight I had exercised off came back, about 25 or so. My weight peaked at about 252. My knees started hurting. I started to get very painful spasms in my bile duct from gallstones and stress. My teenager was dealing with a really bad bout of depression that my sickness tracked to. Way too much stress in life. Life sucked, with pain, sickness and a growing midlife depression.
Something in my head clicked. I started on a diet that was both low fat and low carb, one to deal with the bile duct, and one to deal with the insulin resistance. The meds kicked in. I am continuing to lose weight. The feet don't hurt so much, none of my clothes fit me, and I thought maybe it would be nice to blog about this...even if no one else reads it, I'll have a record of what it was like to deal with this.
