Since last June, I have consistently worked out with a group of Divas from work. We started the commitment with a few of us being breast cancer survivors and the additional two Divas supported our journey to fight to be fit. I am the last survivor standing, along with my Diva sisters that support me. However, we all support each other and have grown to learn more about each other and meet our personal fitness goals. This morning, our trainer was out of town, but she sent us a workout for us to do. We got the hour of time in and got our sweat on in full force. These ladies have been here to support me and watch me change over the last twelve months. I am lucky to have them not judge me for not looking spunky every morning at 6:30. They are there to push me to do better and we love to laugh and question some of these "made up" exercises. Everything is in good fun.
The last fourteen months, I learned to be more aware of how much of being a survivor is living and embracing the moment and to laugh through the sweaty times.
I love your guts!
Last week, I got rechecked to see if the elevated glucose level at my doctor visit earlier this month was accurate or a quirky reading because I had cereal for breakfast. Well, my fasting level indicates that I am in the pre-diabetic zone. Recommendations from the doctor were to continue to exercise or do a little more and watch what I eat. Good grief. OK, so right now there is little to no red meat in my diet. I eat as much organic food as possible. My green leafy intake has increased and it still is not enough. Now, I am on a mission. In 6 months, she will recheck me again to see if I am still in the zone. I will work hard to put this off as long as possible, so I have some goals to set and will be careful with the rewards, like a Round Rock donut or a piece of pie. I know I can do this and will make every effort to come back in with a number less than 100.
One more thing to think about...since I have a predisposition to get diabetes, I will eat more like a diabetic. My doctor and I talked about this and she said the best way not to become one is to eat like one. I may not like the advice, but I think it will give me more years of good quality of life, so guess what? I will follow her directions. I will eat to defeat this disease. One whammie at a time. I kicked cancer's ass, I think diabetes will go the way of the Do-Do after staring me in the face.
I love your guts!
