Food: The EnemyA Story by JC
Food.
Food is not my friend. It hasn’t been my friend for a very long time, but not for the reasons you may think. I don’t have a love/hate relationship with food, it is just hate.
Most people find joy in food, or as a source of comfort. Not me. Food is not my friend.
I’m tired of eating. I’m tired of having to schedule my day around eating. I’m tired of watching the clock or setting my phone to buzz me when it’s time to eat.
I’m tired of counting. I’m tired of keeping track of how much sugar something has in it, and by that, I mean how many carbs. Some might say I made a mistake and meant to say calories, but they would be incorrect.
I have hypoglycemia, the direct and polar opposite of diabetes; however, the symptoms and results are the same. It is about sugar.
The medical solution for hypoglycemia is nutrition balance. The “can’ts” are so long, I don’t even want to list them. Mostly I need to be careful of my carbohydrate intake and output. This includes alcohol, level of exercise and stress. The constant battle between sugar and insulin.
Ironically, the more weight I carry, the easier it is to control my blood sugar. I say ironically because, I love to exercise, the kind of exercise that leaves you drenched in sweat. The kind that leaves you in high state because your endorphins are all hyped up. The kind that burns off the sugar. My choices are limited. Either refrain from any strenuous workout or eat more. I choose the later.
I have to eat before a workout and eat after a workout. I have to eat right before I go to bed, or I’ll have night terrors or worst yet night sweats. I have to eat first thing when I wake up. I have to eat every four hours. Sometimes I can push it six, but it is not pretty. I appear to be manic and then I am usually apologizing to someone.
My fear is that I can flip into a person with hyperglycemia or a full fledge diabetic. I have that fear, because my grandmother was a diabetic.
When people ask me what I’d like to eat, I mostly tell them I don’t care, because I don't. Food really holds no appeal to me. I eat, not because I want to, but because I have to.
© 2009 JCFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
376 Views
6 Reviews Added on August 9, 2009 AuthorJCFort Worth, TXAboutI am 40+ year old native of Fargo, North Dakota, (yes I said Fargo.). I've journaled, blogged and written poetry my entire adult life, and now I am starting to write a novel, which if published, will .. more..Writing
|