To say I’m discouraged would be an understatement.
I have learned some things through this, so it’s not a total loss, but I am disheartened at my body’s failure to work properly.
I realize it’s the result of damage over the years (of which I wasn’t aware at the time, because I was following the government recommended rules) but that doesn’t make it easier.
Yesterday, when I decided to stop the diet on day 8, I went to Hardee’s and got a low carb thick burger for myself. At the time, I had a blood sugar of about 71 mg/dl.
The low carb thick burger contains a total of about 3 carbs (probably the condiments and tomato contribute to that mostly insignificant number).
I got my kids one taquito each (they had already eaten, but I’m sure you know how hard it is to eat alone with kids in the car with you if you’re a parent).
I still felt hungry after eating the burger and there was one extra taquito, so I ate it. Taquitos are 13 carbs each. Not too bad, I thought. Surely this won’t be too much for my body to handle. Especially after going without sugar for 8 days.
When I got home, I tested my blood sugar. It was somewhere around 116 mg/dl. About an hour later, after me walking around a while, it was 126. *sad face, shoulders slumped*
After seeing blood sugars consistently in the 70’s for the past few days, I was pretty discouraged to see the number go that high.
Before I continue, I need to mention that when I first ate, it took 30 minutes before I felt like I had eaten anything at all. That was strange. I guess it took my body time to realize the food was there.
But after that time, I felt all of my energy levels return. I again felt like my normal self (it was awesome!), and had enough energy to do all the normal things I usually do again. It was like the difference of night and day how I felt physically. So feeling good = my blood sugar is higher apparently.
I tried lifting light weights for about 10 minutes, because I read that building muscle helps regulate glucose levels. Before I went to bed, I ate two fried eggs. My blood sugar level was 101. Better, but not great.
I woke up with a sensation of being super hungry. I knew what this meant, because I’ve felt it many times before. I leaned over and told James that I just knew my blood glucose must be high because of how hungry I felt.
Sure enough, when I pricked my finger and tested my blood, it was 137.
It was so discouraging.
I resolved to not eat any more carbs except less than 5 grams per meal (things like tomatoes and onions, even carrots inevitably have this small amount in them). I will be on a strict ketogenic diet. I will do strength training to hopefully help build muscle and regulate my blood sugar levels.
I found out something that completely took me by surprise two days ago. The diabetes that my father has and my grandfather had, were not type 2, but type 1.
(If I had studied more about type 1, I might have figured it out… But I was always busy researching type 2, since the majority of diabetes patients are type 2).
This means that my odds of being type 1 are pretty high. I always assumed I would be type 2, and it never before occurred to me I might be type 1.
And that may be the very reason this diet failed me.
Someone with type 2 diabetes is still producing insulin, but is insulin resistant. Diet can control it.
Someone with type 1 (an autoimmune disease) doesn’t produce insulin anymore, or doesn’t produce enough. They generally have to go on insulin to survive. Diet cannot control it, but can only improve it (from the little I know at this time).
So I will be setting up an appointment with an endocrinologist to have a blood test to let me know which type I have.