Merry Christmas!
Dec. 25th, 2009 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksIt's Christmas, and it is freezing here. "Here" as in in my room, where I'm currently underneath a comforter trying to find the motivation to leave the cocoon of warmth and tidy a bit before we head out to the fams for some old fashioned holiday time-wasting. I went to late night mass over at St. Barts last night (funny moment: startling a grey mouse out from behind the kneeling cushions during the Eucharistic blessing) and walked past the craziness at St. Patricks then through Rockefeller Center (funny comment: as this hard-looking dude turned the corner - "Damn, that's a big tree.") on my way to the subway station. Then hung around eating to excess (fresh baked ham and wheat bread! cheese! trays of cheese! and fruit! oh my) with the bros before staggering to bed. Which would be why I didn't wake up until nearly 11am.
This week has been epic in its food fail. I usually do a better job at not overanalyzing what I eat and not guilting myself in regards to indulging, but because stress I suppose it's become easier just to say "fuck it" and inhale a cinnamon bun from Cinnabon, or eat extra chips after a meal. And the less I say about the amount I ate at the office holiday party this past Monday the better off I'd feel. Or maybe not. Maybe that's part of the problem, that on days when I blow through points for the next three weeks I simply write "HOMG" in my food tracker and attempt to move on. Although this week I've been moving on to the next indulgence rather than recapturing moderation. Historically I've eaten excessively in an attempt to deal with emotional issues and stresses that hang on the edge of my consciousness, and I figure this being a family/friends holiday nexus I have discontent in spades. I think maybe I should write on a card how much weight I've lost and pull it out and add one benefit to having lost said weight every time the urge to eat an extra piece of whahaveyou comes to mind. Hopefully that will get me through to the New Year without making feel like more of a failure.
I swear I'm a compassionate nurse. UNLESS dealing with ridiculousness from my own family. My mom's a Type II diabetic but she's quite casual when it comes to controlling her disease. I've spoken to her about the long term health problems related to diabetes and the importance of following up with her primary or finding an endocrinologist for better glucose control, but she also likes to ignore issues that bother her and pretend everything's okay. Last night dad called me and asked me to check mom's BP as she had complained of dizziness and felt like she'd almost fainted. Before I did so I asked her to check her sugar to see if it wasn't out of wack. She then said her meter wasn't working and she couldn't remember the last time she'd checked her sugar. NICE. I bit my tongue and did my thing: pressure was a little elevated and her heart was racing along. However, even though she was a little on the tachy side the heart rate was nice and regular. I went and MacGuyver'd her BG meter and when I checked her sugar I noted it was almost 200. She told me she'd just had some rice to eat. I asked her if she'd taken her medication (she's on the lowest dose of Actos, mainly because she doesn't go to her doctor to have her HgA1c checked; I'm sure she's around a 9-10% on the regular). I didn't bite my tongue at that point - I told her that sometimes diet and exercise doesn't help as much and you need meds to help with glucose uptake in order to prevent things like racing heart rates and ER visits on Christmas Eve. Hopefully she does do what she promised and goes to her MD on Saturday for follow up. Because I've had it at this point.
Gah. Need to get up and clean and get ready to go. Hope everyone's warm and in the company of those they love and love them in return.
This week has been epic in its food fail. I usually do a better job at not overanalyzing what I eat and not guilting myself in regards to indulging, but because stress I suppose it's become easier just to say "fuck it" and inhale a cinnamon bun from Cinnabon, or eat extra chips after a meal. And the less I say about the amount I ate at the office holiday party this past Monday the better off I'd feel. Or maybe not. Maybe that's part of the problem, that on days when I blow through points for the next three weeks I simply write "HOMG" in my food tracker and attempt to move on. Although this week I've been moving on to the next indulgence rather than recapturing moderation. Historically I've eaten excessively in an attempt to deal with emotional issues and stresses that hang on the edge of my consciousness, and I figure this being a family/friends holiday nexus I have discontent in spades. I think maybe I should write on a card how much weight I've lost and pull it out and add one benefit to having lost said weight every time the urge to eat an extra piece of whahaveyou comes to mind. Hopefully that will get me through to the New Year without making feel like more of a failure.
I swear I'm a compassionate nurse. UNLESS dealing with ridiculousness from my own family. My mom's a Type II diabetic but she's quite casual when it comes to controlling her disease. I've spoken to her about the long term health problems related to diabetes and the importance of following up with her primary or finding an endocrinologist for better glucose control, but she also likes to ignore issues that bother her and pretend everything's okay. Last night dad called me and asked me to check mom's BP as she had complained of dizziness and felt like she'd almost fainted. Before I did so I asked her to check her sugar to see if it wasn't out of wack. She then said her meter wasn't working and she couldn't remember the last time she'd checked her sugar. NICE. I bit my tongue and did my thing: pressure was a little elevated and her heart was racing along. However, even though she was a little on the tachy side the heart rate was nice and regular. I went and MacGuyver'd her BG meter and when I checked her sugar I noted it was almost 200. She told me she'd just had some rice to eat. I asked her if she'd taken her medication (she's on the lowest dose of Actos, mainly because she doesn't go to her doctor to have her HgA1c checked; I'm sure she's around a 9-10% on the regular). I didn't bite my tongue at that point - I told her that sometimes diet and exercise doesn't help as much and you need meds to help with glucose uptake in order to prevent things like racing heart rates and ER visits on Christmas Eve. Hopefully she does do what she promised and goes to her MD on Saturday for follow up. Because I've had it at this point.
Gah. Need to get up and clean and get ready to go. Hope everyone's warm and in the company of those they love and love them in return.
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