Well that happened...
Had my regular doctor's visit this week. Juno took me out early in the week to get some bloodwork done and I realized it was the first time I'd been out of the house in literally months (and I don't actually know how many months). It was the first time I'd been down the stairs in weeks.
The doctor's visit... well, kinda sucked.
The past couple of years, my bloodwork has shown that my blood sugar levels where in the pre-diabetic range. Well, this week we dropped the "pre" from that. I shouldn't be surprised. The Post-COVID has me housebound and more often than not stuck in bed. My diet has never been great, but add the sedentary lifestyle, a family history of it, and the fact that Post-COVID increases your risk of Type 2 Diabetes and it was only a matter of time. It seems time has caught me at least.
The good news is that my doctor isn't too worried. She wants to start by seeing if we can control it with diet. Smaller portions, less sugar, more veggies.
OK, I'll own it... I'm upset. I like food. I enjoy food. Food is good. Meanwhile, change is bad. I do not like change... and damn it, I'm already sick! I don't need to be more sick.
... and moving on. I've got Juno my corner and if anyone can make whole wheat bread and spinach salad into something I might actually want to eat, it's Juno.
I can do this.
Onward