Numbers have never been my friend. If there’s a god of maths, he hates me. I think I have dyscalculia as I find it hard to see groups of numbers more than four digits long, they sort of dance about and I’m likely to switch them around when writing them down, unless I’m very, very careful.
What’s that got to do with anything? I hear you cry, dear Reader. Well, numbers controlled by Scales of Doom have had the power to ruin my weeks since time immemorial.
Did I tell you I was diagnosed with diabetes about three years ago? Well, my blood test result for my 2nd year showed that, with medication, I no longer had it. I’ve just had my results for this year. To put it in context – with medication they hope to get your blood sugar after fasting to 43 (no idea 43 whats). Last year I was 40. This year I was 100. Shocking, eh? Well, I was shocked. I sat down and thought about what it might be: firstly, my diabetes tracks my weight (which is why my specialist is keen for me to have surgery) and I think I’ve probably put on a stone or even a stone and a half since last year. Secondly, I have allowed carbs to creep back in. I think the one that’s probably the biggest problem is pasta. I like pasta generally. I like rice but I’m a bit more fussy. I’m even more fussy about bread. I eat potatoes infrequently. But pasta is so easy. And two of my comfort food dishes are pasta – both made by P, carbonara and spaghetti with meatballs and spicy tomatoes. I also make a pretty good crab linguine.
Last year I did monitor my blood sugar levels with a kit I’d bought myself and was ticked off quite unpleasantly by the GP: I had no business doing this, apparently. But if I had been able to carry on, as I told the (different) GP today, I might have spotted the rise in my blood sugar before a full year passed. They’re still not keen but I probably need to do it, even if I buy the expensive testing strips myself. People in the know say you should test first thing in the morning and then before and after every meal (two hours after each meal – but some people also do three hours!). I’d whip through those strips alright. And that’s if I remember to do this. The fasting one is easy to remember – less so, the others.
In other numeric news, I lost precisely 0lb last week. The last week I lost 1.5lb. So my usual breakneck whipping through the numbers on the way down. The site I use says I lose 0.5-1lb a month on average.
My life is governed by numbers.