unhealthy pastime


I have developed an unhealthy new pastime.  It involves staring at people who look as old, or older than me and who are fatter than me and who are eating something nice.  Whilst staring, the following goes through my mind:

1.  They are as old/older and definitely fatter than me, they should have diabetes, it’s NOT FAIR

2.  Hummm, perhaps they DO have diabetes and are just not being good and managing it properly

3.  I’m being a good girl, rub halo, feel justifiably righteous (I finally understand the lure of religion)

4.  They probably just don’t have diabetes, it’s NOT FAIR

5.  Actually they probably do, they just don’t know it yet, snigger

6.  Good grief, how can I be thinking such mean, uncharitable thoughts?

7.  Why am I doing this AGAIN

8.  Ooops they have noticed me staring

9.  Life was much easier when all I thought about was knitting….

10.  Oh look, there is another fat person eating WHAT THEY LIKE…..


Wee fit…


Wee fit...

Upon retrieving the Wii Fit stand-on-thingy I discover the dust elephants have been living it up. I eventually married it with the game disk which was found in the depths of the loft, past the wasps nest (such determination). I switch the thing on and it says:
“Well, if it isn’t Steph!
Nice to see you again!
It’s been 1352 days since our last session”
I find this level of sarcasm extremely unhelpful, although my heart rate does seem to have increased…

my body is a temple (of doom)


the diabetic nurse says I need to do 30 minutes of exercise per day.  That means EVERY DAY, FOREVER.  Anyone who knows me is currently laughing like Peppa Pig and her family and I don’t blame them – I would too, if it weren’t for the effort involved…

Still, I thought I’d log here my efforts to date.

Day 1.  We went to the park and my mum walked while I ‘jogged’ in a zigzag pattern back and forth across her path.  I was not altogether suitably attired for this activity judging by the weird looks I was getting from fellow park-users and by the annoying way my necklace bashed on my chest as I bounced up and down.  Time spent exercising: 15 minutes

Day 2.  I bounced on the trampoline with my daughter while she shouted encouraging remarks such as “come on mum, I can bounce for an hour easily you’ve only managed 5 minutes”.  Time spent exercising: 20 minutes

today: nothing – oops.


Being diagnosed


I am now in week 3 as a confirmed Type 2 diabetic.  This has caused me to spend a huge amount more time than usual thinking about myself and I need an outlet.  What better way to bore my friends and relations than to start a blog?  It will hopefully save my husband, Parmee’s ears if nothing else….

So, how did I come to be diagnosed you ask?  Well this is something of a mystery to me.  Not the actual being diagnosed bit – I know what happened then.  Basically I went for a routine health check, an offer that was sent to both me and parmee from the doctors,  a symptom of being over 40 I suppose.  It involved a blood test with a follow up nurse appointment.  Parmee sailed through his (apart from slightly high cholesterol) however the day after my blood test the doctor rang me up to say I had very high blood sugar and needed a starvation blood test. This I duly did at the hospital on a Saturday morning, followed by a repeat the next Saturday, by which point I resembled a middle aged knitting junkie.  Incidentally, whilst being unsurprised to find myself the only person knitting in the blood test waiting room filled with around 40 people, I was amazed to discover I was the only person who had brought anything to do.  Given the certain knowledge that you are going to be sitting waiting for at least half an hour, why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to indulge in a few rows of knitting, or a book/magazine? It beats me.

Back to the mystery.  Upon discovering my diagnosis I found the highly informative Diabetes UK website.  Currently they are undergoing a publicity campaign to make people much more aware of Type 2 Diabetes and to get checked, as many people walk around un-diagnosed for years.  Trying desperately to ignore the rather gloomy statistics designed to shock people in to action (in any given year a person with diabetes is 36% more likely to die than someone without, 3 out of 4 people with diabetes suffer from kidney problems after 20 years and many other delights), I decided to find out my risk.  I scored  a big fat 0.  I am not overweight, my waist is under 31 inches, I have low blood pressure and perfect cholesterol (get me).  You too can find out your risk http://riskscore.diabetes.org.uk/type2risk/ – go on, you know you want to.

Suffice to say, I am feeling a little cheated, not to mention grumpy.  I have to date, been to the doctors more in the past couple of weeks than in my adult life (not counting having 2 children) and am learning all about my new diet (basically – if it something I like, I cross it off my list).

That’ll do for now, watch this space for more fascinating insights into my world of diabetes – coming soon, drugs and exercise…

Still, at least I have knitting.

Things I have learned so far:

bouncing on the trampoline is exhausting after around 7 minutes

always take something to do to the doctors/hospital

date each tablet or else you will lie awake in bed wondering if you took it or not

learn to smile politely when people say any variation on the theme of – oh well, at least you can sort it by just taking a tablet and controlling your diet/doing some exercise etc.