Friday, Part 2

My PCP, Stephanie, was pretty insistent that I start taking Metformin. Now. I resisted. One thing I agreed to with Abby and this journey was no new meds. Stephanie and I needed to talk. The problem was, it was already almost noon on Friday, I was headed to Starkville and the clinic would be closed by the time I got back. The clinic is also going to be closed all next week for the 4th of July holiday. The earliest I can see Stephanie is the 8th; a lot can happen between now and then. Abby and I discussed my options. I decided that I am going to hold off on the medication for now. The way I see it, if I hadn't had my blood work done, I would have no idea what my glucose was anyway. I am going to work with Abby, then after a month, have my blood work repeated. If Stephanie still thinks at that time that I need the medicine... well, we'll just cross that bridge when we get there. Baby steps. One day at a time. So, my decision is to forego any new medications and choose the road less traveled--diet and exercise. Serious diet and exercise.

Abby said there would be changes and modifications along the way of our journey. The first one took place after THE call. We had decided that I would keep a food log for three or four days, noting everything that went in my mouth. She would look at the log, analyzing my strengths and weaknesses and we'd go from there. So, I honestly thought I had a few more days to eat the way I always have. I still had a few days to eat all the "bad" stuff I wanted to before the "change". Abby put her serious face on and told me I had to start immediately. I was done eating and drinking the bad stuff. I felt so gypped; I wasn't going to get my "Last Supper". I had not had a Coke and there were still six in my fridge. The thought of throwing out good food and drink kills me, especially since I hadn't had a chance to say goodbye to all my friends (Coke, butter, cream cheese, Coke, whipping cream, half and half, Coke, steak, potatoes, Coke, cream soups, crescent rolls, Coke, bacon, pork chops, Coke). We compromised. I would have a healthy lunch, then one final GOOD meal before starting my cleanse.

I truly enjoyed my first yoga experience. Lindsay was our instructor at the Mississippi Modern Homestead Center. I had met Lindsay the week before at the MMHC when she and another woman prepared a fabulous Mediterranean meal inspired by honey. It was absolutely fabulous, by the way! Lindsay just seems like a beautiful soul, so I was looking forward to seeing her again. There were five students in our class and luckily, I wasn't the only newbie. I was afraid of being so uncoordinated. I was afraid of looking stupid. I was afraid of my beans from the night before coming out to say hello to my new friends. Turns out, I am a bit uncoordinated, but I could learn. Some things I actually did kind of correctly. The only thing that may have looked stupid was when the dryer sheet poked its head out of the sleeve of my tshirt. The whole toilet paper on your shoe thing came to mind. And I never once farted! I think my first yoga experience was a success!

Leaving Starkville, I asked Abby if I could eat now, hoping she would take the hint and we could stop for lunch somewhere. It was around 1:30 I think at that time and all I had had to eat or drink was a caramel vanilla latte. Not a good choice for a diabetic. We talked about the healthy salad I would eat after I got home. But first, we were going grocery shopping!