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Hey there, my droogies.   Long time  no see.   Here we are seven months or so after the last time I  posted anything here.  What’s been going on all this time?

Well, if you take a look at the chart above you’ll see that since April 15th, the day I got my diagnosis of type 2 diabetes, I’ve lost 63 pounds .

I started out weighing 313 and am now down to 250.   Yeah, I know, 250 is still quite a lot, even taking my 5′11″ height into consideration.   But.   Compared to 313,  250 feels like freakin’ Twiggy!

My focus is on managing my diabetes, and if I should also keep losing weight along the way, then — bonus!

Here’s the best part, tho:   In July I went back to see my doctor for a review of  my first 3 months treating my diabetes.   I fasted for 12 hours before the appointment  & had blood drawn for the same series of lab tests I took in April.    When the  results came back a week later, my doctor (and I) could not have been happier.

Results from lab tests on blood drawn after a 12-hour fast:

Blood Glucose :        April 2009 = 145      July 2009 = 96

Hgb A1c:   April 2009 = 6.7   July 2009 =  5.9

Biggest (and most welcome) surprise?  My blood pressure.

April 2009 = 136/84      July 2009 =  122/76

On the lab test results my doctor scrawled the word EXCELLENT!!  across the bottom of the page.   She said that because I have done everything that I was advised to do –  particularly the part about  reducing body weight by at least 10% – I have, in effect,  reversed the course of the diabetes.

Yes,  you read that right:  I’m beating it.

I apparently don’t have high blood pressure anymore, either.     Is this or is this not the most kick-ass awesome result EVAR?!

Told a friend about my recent Type 2 Diabetes diagnosis.  Friend was empathetic and commiserated and hoped  I  ‘have the discipline’ to deal with it.

I replied:

Oh don’t worry about me — I’m attacking this thing with white-hot righteous fury.  Discipline?  You want to see some fucking discipline?   Just watch me, boyo.   Stand back and see how it’s done.   I’m not gonna just beat this thing, I’m gonna beat it into the proverbial bloody pulp.

Go ahead, roost anywhere.  Lots of room…

Yes, this is my not terribly clever way of saying that the chickens have finally come home to roost here at Chez Owl Wagon.  What I mean by that is:

Three weeks ago the Healthiest Fat Old Lady on Earth (that would be me)  was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes.

It had been 3 years since I’d had my glucose & cholesterol checked, so back in early April my doctor set me up with a lab appointment  to have some blood drawn and testing done.    I fasted for 12 hours, had my blood drawn, and awaited the results with blithe indifference.  After all, was I not the reigning Healthiest Fat Old Lady on the planet??   Had not every blood test I’d ever taken come back with stellarly fabulous good numbers?

Grossly obese or pre-anorexic; pregnant or not-pregnant; for 50 years no matter my condition my cholesterol was always well below 200 (good), my blood glucose numbers in the 65-70 range(very good), my blood pressure a rock-steady 110/70 (great).

Then shortly after I turned 50 my blood pressure inexplicably rose to 140/90.  I swear it did it all on its own.  No weight change, no change of diet or activity level …  I turned 50 and I suddenly got high blood pressure, that’s all there was to it.   Weird.

But my cholesterol remained low and my blood glucose levels were always comfortably in the normal range.

In 2006 I decided to take up smoking again.   I had smoked a pack and a half a day (Marlboro Menthols) for 14 years , until my then-fiance nagged me once too often and I said to him “Don’t think I can quit?  Watch this, buster”  and broke a full pack of cigs in half,  threw them in the trash, and didn’t  smoke again for 21 years.  Had 2 kids, who’ve grown up into non-smoking, 6′2″,  fabulously good looking young men, and all four of us have  fabulously pink healthy smoke free lungs, yay us!    So why take it up again?  Two words:  Drinking Liberally.

Yeah, I joined my local DL chapter, which meets weekly in a bar.   Sitting outside on the patio, glass of beer in one hand, I’d look at my other, empty hand and think  What’s missing from this picture?  So I started smoking Natural American Spirit ultralights.   The most I’d smoke in a day was 6 cigarettes, and that was usually the day of our weekly DL get together.    I did this for almost 2 years, but in early 2008 after suffering through a bout of bronchitis that lasted nearly three months, I decided that even those 3 or 4 or 6 cigs per day was too much.  So I quit. Again.

And now here I was in mid-April of 2009, age 56, smoke free for a year, weight exactly the same for the past 2 years, waiting for my lab results and serenely expecting nothing but good numbers,  like always.  The results arrived on April 15th.  I got home from work at 6 pm, looked through the mail,  saw the letter from the clinic, opened and read it — and burst into tears.

Blood Glucose:  145 ?!

Hgb A1c:    6.7 ?!

Wtf??  What kind of sick joke is this?   I am the Healthiest Fat Old Lady in the World, am I not?!   This is not supposed to happen to the likes of me!   It oughtn’t be allowed!!

But it is allowed.    It is indeed supposed to.  It  happens to the likes of me just the same as it happens to millions of other people.   I’m not special.  I’m not impervious.  I am a  5′11″,  313#,  56 year old woman who spends 90% of every day sitting in front of a computer screen.

Welcome home, chickens.

Open all night and all day, 24/7/365. (366 if it’s a leap year).

Coffee, tea, liquor – name your poison,  we’ve got it. 

We offer a choice variety of dunkers, crullers, and toast for your comestible enjoyment. 

Occasionally  Serrano ham, almonds, potato frittatas and tomatoes are also available, if you ask nicely.    

Here at the Owl Wagon smoking is not only allowed, it’s recommended.  Still,  if you choose not to light up, be assured that the Owl Wagon’s unique pinpoint ventilation system keeps you 100% free of secondhand smoke.   Unless you want some, in which case don’t worry, we can make adjustments.  

And please seat yourself, hon.  I got better things to do with my time than leading half-asleep nimrods like you to the counter or a booth.   What do you think, I’m gonna twirl around in front of you in my lovely hostess gown and pearls, uttering majestically “Walk this way” ?

I don’t think so.  

Also, a nickel to anyone who knows the only truly correct response to the line “Walk this way.”

Anybody?