Jimbo
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
I had lost almost four stone and was feeling very pleased with my progress.
However, I was, in my opinion, not living but merely surviving, I don't drink , don't smoke and my only real vice was sweet treats ( I know, I should have been born female for that one vice alone.
I have now crept back up to 15 and a half stone and feel disgusted and ashamed with myself. So much so, that I haven't seen my DSN since before April, I can't face being berated by her even though I richly deserve it. My numbers are probably through the roof.
I can't blame anyone but myself, I now have the less stressful job I needed, my kids say I seem happier and more relaxed, I am still walking around ten miles a week as my exercise routine, which is not as much as I used to but still plenty. I used to do about 15-20 miles a week but my new job is much more physical than my old one where I sat at a desk all day. So I thought that, that would compensate for the reduction.
I know I am killing myself slowly and in one of the nastiest ways possible but no amount of emotional blackmail seems to help.
I'm apologise for this diatribe (whine) but what I need are any ideas or suggestions that you use to get past the cravings.
Thanks!