What happens when I become depressed? I stop caring. I start forgetting what the things I love to do are and lack consistency in everything. It really is a slippery slope. Complacency, it's real. Now, I didn't completely drop everything. Was I in the worst shape of my life? Nope. I still was exercising - was I pushing myself? No. Would I rather go out for coffee than workout? Heck yeah. I wasn't really focused on my food intake. Clothes started getting tighter. Excuses were being made. I blamed my thyroid. I was sure there was a medical reason!
A1C? I'd never even heard of it. Well, it measures your blood sugar over a period of 2-3 months. And my A1C was elevated.
Military doctor's advice? Diet and exercise. That was it. I actually didn't even get an appointment to talk face-to-face. Military medicine at it's finest! They put in a referral for a nutritionist. Yeah, that nutritionist works on another base 90 miles away and only comes to the area once every 3 months. What a joke.
What did happen? Well, I thought about it. I really thought about my life. And how important it was. I thought about my husband. My three kids. I had to make a choice - keep going on as I was, floating along. Maybe I would get diabetes. A preventable disease. Some people might choose to go that route.
I didn't make that choice. I chose ME.
More in part 2 later!! :D