So I have mentioned on this blog about how I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and insulin resistance. What this means is that my body doesn’t process insulin the right way. It is a precursor to diabetes. I have to tackle this now before I am diagnosed with diabetes. Also being PCOS means that losing weight is harder for me than normal folks too. So it is a real struggle. I am really battling it, and not doing so good.
Brad and I have been swimming most days of the week. This week hasn’t been so good with the overtime and the heat. I don’t understand why but my apartment complex is keeping the pool heated in a hundred and seven degree heat. It is driving me crazy. However, we are doing this anyways. We are also trying to do Weight Watchers, which we have been off and on. I want to try everything in order to lose this weight and to feel healthy. There are so many people I know who are in bad health and don’t do anything about it. They experience chronic pain and have chronic problems and either can’t or won’t try everything they can to fix it. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the one who tries everything possible to fix my health, and to feel better.
I want to do this the right way. I want to make a permanent change that I can live with my entire life. I don’t want to have to cut things out of my diet because I know that I am a stubborn person who will only crave them more. The minute I restrict myself, I feel depressed and usually try eating that thing twice as much as before. This is how it has been. I have been reading a lot about patients with PCOS having a lot of luck with a low carb diet. I have read these articles time and time again and thought, I can’t give up my pasta. I love my pasta.
I read an article recently that talks about a recalibration that I am trying to try.
So no dairy, no carbs, no booze, and no sugar, and I am having a problem with it. I mean the booze is not a problem for me. I drink rarely. The sugar I have mostly moved to Splenda for most things. I thought for sure it would be the carbs that would kill it. I love some bread and pasta, but for two weeks I can do without. It was the dairy that was killing me.
In the morning I have three cups of coffee. They are filled with creamer and sometimes half and half. I love my coffee. I never thought that I would be so dependent on the coffee. I am. I need my coffee to get me through, nine and ten hour days. I can’t stand the powdered creamer, and all the others have dairy in them. So Brad went to the Co-op and got me soy creamer. That is the nastiest stuff. It is really gross. My coffee smelled tasted like burnt sweat socks. I went back to the creamer with my coffee.
I was really disappointed. So much I decided I wanted some ice cream. I ate a big ol’ bowl of it.
The following weekend I was relaying this to my writing group, The Frank Papers. They are all trying to be healthy people too. They have followed my struggle and are always there to give advice.
One of the Frankers actually can’t have milk. She has a grievous allergy to it. She said, “Have you tried almond milk?”
I had tried it, but not in my coffee. She got it out and put it in my coffee then and there. It was pretty good. Admittedly it didn’t have the thickness of creamer or half and half, but it provided a slight creaminess that was enough. I may be able to do this yet. First I have to get rid of the ice cream.