Beginning again

Okay, the allotted period of toe mourning is over. It’s time to get started on some major life changes. I mean, I didn’t wait until I posted this to make any changes to my diet and overall lifestyle. But, today, May 8th, is the day my new life begins. Low carb, low calorie, and a renewed focus on lowering my a1c level. I’m no longer in denial. I mean, I can’t take a step without being reminded of my commitment. That’s right, I’m not going all “woe is me” on the whole toe thing. Nope. It’s now a reminder of my commitment to health and living a long, active, and fruitful life.

One thing I’ve learned over the last six months or so is the whole keto thing is a lot more difficult to sustain than I thought it would be. I tend to go all-in with diets, and, well, that’s never worked. So, I’ve started up a low-carb-but-not-quite-keto plan for eating. I’d love to go full-on keto, but I need to be realistic. Also, fast food is out. I’ve been successful with that in the past, and I’ve gotten pretty relaxed with that lately.

So, there you have it. Expect to see weekly progress reports on Fridays again!

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Denial doesn’t solve anything

In my last post I mentioned I was dealing with a bone infection. Well, here’s the deal: about four months ago I picked a little bit of skin off a callous on the bottom of my right big toe. Because I’m diabetic it never healed. February brought two visits to the urgent care clinic, a visit with a podiatrist, and the accompanying rounds of antibiotics. In April, after moving here to Colorado, I engaged a new podiatrist who immediately sent me to the Advanced Wound Care Clinic.

Last Tuesday the doctor broke the news that, while the wound was healing, the bone infection was spreading. On Thursday, the toe was amputated.

I’ve been in denial about diabetes since I was diagnosed almost ten years ago. Now there’s no denying it; every time I look down at my right foot I’m reminded not only of my diabetes, but my denial. Ignoring a problem doesn’t solve anything. The progression of the disease won’t wait until I come to terms with it.

What’s done is done. Here I am, nine toes and all. Time to get to work.

I’m down two pounds from last week, weighing in at 266.5 this morning.