Evelyn1
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At this time last week I knew that I was 5' 9" tall.
And I knew that I weighed 310 lbs.
And I knew that those fact meant I had a BMI of 45, placing me in the category of "Super Obese."
(Shouldn't I get a cape and tights or something? ... Okay, so nobody really wants to see me in a cape and tights. ...But maybe a secret underground lair, or a faithful sidekick?*)
But what I didn't know, but found out last Tuesday, was that I had a fasting blood glucose level of 120 mg/dl. And that my doctor says that when you get up to 126 mg/dl, you officially have Type II Diabetes.
I don't want to be diabetic: I've got enough problems already.
So, Something Has Got To Be Done:
I've got to improve my eating habits, generate some exercise habits, and generally alter my lifestyle well away from that of a 49-yo 300-lb Type II Diabetic with a BMI that some estimates say yield a life expectancy of 54(!).
And so I'm here, with the rudiments of a plan (Step 1: Start Keeping Food Diary), and in hope of your camaraderie and support. I'll try to give the same to others here, and I wish the very best of luck for all of us.
- Evelyn
(*Just seven pounds to lose and I'll be "Morbidly Obese." I plan to dress all in black and wander around graveyards a lot, sepulchrally whispering things like, "Thus quoth the raven: 'Lipitor.' "
Thirty pounds after that, I'll be "Severely Obese" - I'll have to practice my withering glances and inflexible criticisms.
Once I lose another forty lbs, I'll merely be "obese." If that means I'll need to wear a lot of beige and work at being unremarkable, I'll really look forward to losing the next 30 lbs and finally becoming "overweight" - despite the trouble that'll cause me at all those trucker's Weigh Stations out on the highway.
)
And I knew that I weighed 310 lbs.
And I knew that those fact meant I had a BMI of 45, placing me in the category of "Super Obese."
(Shouldn't I get a cape and tights or something? ... Okay, so nobody really wants to see me in a cape and tights. ...But maybe a secret underground lair, or a faithful sidekick?*)
But what I didn't know, but found out last Tuesday, was that I had a fasting blood glucose level of 120 mg/dl. And that my doctor says that when you get up to 126 mg/dl, you officially have Type II Diabetes.
I don't want to be diabetic: I've got enough problems already.
So, Something Has Got To Be Done:
I've got to improve my eating habits, generate some exercise habits, and generally alter my lifestyle well away from that of a 49-yo 300-lb Type II Diabetic with a BMI that some estimates say yield a life expectancy of 54(!).
And so I'm here, with the rudiments of a plan (Step 1: Start Keeping Food Diary), and in hope of your camaraderie and support. I'll try to give the same to others here, and I wish the very best of luck for all of us.
- Evelyn
(*Just seven pounds to lose and I'll be "Morbidly Obese." I plan to dress all in black and wander around graveyards a lot, sepulchrally whispering things like, "Thus quoth the raven: 'Lipitor.' "
Thirty pounds after that, I'll be "Severely Obese" - I'll have to practice my withering glances and inflexible criticisms.
Once I lose another forty lbs, I'll merely be "obese." If that means I'll need to wear a lot of beige and work at being unremarkable, I'll really look forward to losing the next 30 lbs and finally becoming "overweight" - despite the trouble that'll cause me at all those trucker's Weigh Stations out on the highway.
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