In October, right on my 35th birthday, I was told by my doctor that I was in really bad shape. My blood tests came back to reveal that my cholesterol, triglycerides and my glucose were at very high levels and that I was clearly diabetic. He told me that if it weren't for how physical my job is I could have dropped dead a few years ago and that I wasn't very far from doing it now. He flat out told me that whatever I had been doing in my life as far my eating habits had to stop and change now or I would be dead very soon. He sent me away to classes for the diabetes and gave me medicine for that and my cholesterol. I hadn't been so freaked out and scared like that since I was robbed where they duct taped me on the floor, put a gun to the back of my head and smashed my face into the ground so I could hardly breathe. This news also made me realize and treasure all of the people and things in my life that I had taken for granted which gave me major motivation to get healthy.
What a difference four months makes. Since October I have lost weight(still have a looong way to go), eaten dramatically better, and it is crazy how much better I feel! Now that I know I am diabetic and how to control it I am no longer tired all of the time, shaky, dizzy and my clothes fit better just to name a few things. It is funny that I didn't realize I was so bad until I see how good I feel now and how big a difference it is. I had my blood work redone a week ago and the doctor was in serious shock at the results. We sat down together and compare the numbers from four months ago and now and I am happy to report that,according to the doctor, my blood is perfect! He said I literally have done a 180(degrees) turnaround and that he never thought they were going to be as good as they were. That the test look like they were done on two completely different people, and in a way he is right.
Before my son was living back here in Las Vegas he was very lazy in many ways thanks to his mom. All he did was either play outside with his friends or be inside in his room playing with both his video games and his own personal computer. All of this was only allowed by his mother when he told her that he was done with his all of his homework, he was doing well in school and that his room was clean. Of course there was no way the kid could have possibly been lying to her. No need to actually check his homework, his grades or whether or not you could see the floor in his room. Right?
Wrong! What the hell was she thinking?!
The same thing has been happening for so long that it is all he has ever known. "How do I get away with it?" has been his only challenge for the past decade...Until now. I told him the day he got off the plane that his lazy days were over. He has been here for a month now. He has lost weight and his Ds and Fs are now straight As. It is funny how checking up on him everyday, A.K.A. parenting, actually works. He said that he has never had all As before. I told him,"you're welcome".
