Sweet Pea
New Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
I'm almost 8 months into my T2 life, its fair to say that in the first 3 months I was very good. I made all the right changes, started walking, eating better, gave up all the bad things, smoking and sugar things. Fear was an excellent motivator, I saw my Grandmother die as a result of T2 Complications. But since then its been a gradual slip back into all the old ways...
I have a history of depression, I am an emotional eater. I am never full, always hungry. No matter how I try to be positive and 'up-beat' I have to admit that my default state is 'glass half empty'. When I think things are finally going good, something breaks me down again.
It doesn't surprise me that I ended up with T2 Diabetes, I ate and drank as I wished and I have a pretty sedentary lifestyle, I am the typical stereotype.
Over the past few months my mood has changed, this morning I woke at 04.30 and I basically didn't care if died. Yesterday I went to the doctor, I tried to explain how I was feeling, apart from the side affects I am having on the Metformin, he congratulated me on my non-smoking, he said lifestyle was the hardest thing to change but it was that lifestyle that got me here in the first place and I should try to find someone to talk to (although he was quick to say the NHS wouldn't help with that). He changed my Metformin to the slow release kind, maybe this will stop the extreme wind I have, it cant be right that I poo 7+ times a day. And apparently according to him I shouldn't be hungry all the time because Metformin suppresses appetite. He also scolded me for not taking my Statins and he changed that too. I had known that once he looked at my HBA1C number that he would think I was doing ok, and indeed he actually turned the computer screen to show me... I said - I know my numbers are good... but I am not doing ok. - I told him about my memory loss, my fear that I am forgetting everything, I told him about my hands, I cant grip properly anymore, I don't type properly anymore.
I had recently done the ESTER course and they had said I should talk to my GP. But what good has that done?
When I came out of the GP's I went to Waitrose and bought a Sourdough Bread and self medicated on bread all day.
And as I type this all out, I am close to tears. I am miserable, and I am stuck, I know what I could do, I know what I should do, but I don't. I don't do the things I should and it seems that I don't care. I feel like I'm fighting with myself.
I have a history of depression, I am an emotional eater. I am never full, always hungry. No matter how I try to be positive and 'up-beat' I have to admit that my default state is 'glass half empty'. When I think things are finally going good, something breaks me down again.
It doesn't surprise me that I ended up with T2 Diabetes, I ate and drank as I wished and I have a pretty sedentary lifestyle, I am the typical stereotype.
Over the past few months my mood has changed, this morning I woke at 04.30 and I basically didn't care if died. Yesterday I went to the doctor, I tried to explain how I was feeling, apart from the side affects I am having on the Metformin, he congratulated me on my non-smoking, he said lifestyle was the hardest thing to change but it was that lifestyle that got me here in the first place and I should try to find someone to talk to (although he was quick to say the NHS wouldn't help with that). He changed my Metformin to the slow release kind, maybe this will stop the extreme wind I have, it cant be right that I poo 7+ times a day. And apparently according to him I shouldn't be hungry all the time because Metformin suppresses appetite. He also scolded me for not taking my Statins and he changed that too. I had known that once he looked at my HBA1C number that he would think I was doing ok, and indeed he actually turned the computer screen to show me... I said - I know my numbers are good... but I am not doing ok. - I told him about my memory loss, my fear that I am forgetting everything, I told him about my hands, I cant grip properly anymore, I don't type properly anymore.
I had recently done the ESTER course and they had said I should talk to my GP. But what good has that done?
When I came out of the GP's I went to Waitrose and bought a Sourdough Bread and self medicated on bread all day.
And as I type this all out, I am close to tears. I am miserable, and I am stuck, I know what I could do, I know what I should do, but I don't. I don't do the things I should and it seems that I don't care. I feel like I'm fighting with myself.