Fitness over 40 - Part Eight

January 20, 2014

So I was now an official gym bunny. Not quite yet a sexy one, but a gym bunny nonetheless. I had done and survived two workouts with my ‘PT’ Trent (whom shall henceforth be known as ‘Trent the Trainer) and not only did I survive them, I nailed them. If you read my last blog entry you’ll see I’m now quite am accomplished runner. Ok, I’m still struggling a little. Fine, I ran once and died a thousand deaths. But hey, I ran!

My next appointment with my GP, Sarah was now due. I couldn’t wait to tell her how I was now an official gym bunny and see the wonderment and adoration on her face. Sarah was like that. If I ever did anything slightly salubrious she’d look at me with the same adoration I had when I looked at my full glass of wine.

So off I trotted (not literally. Give it time!) to see Sarah. I was expecting my blood test results back too. Sarah had ordered bloods that check the sugar molecules stuck to your red blood cells. I didn’t think there would be many there given all the wine molecules that must be hanging off those little suckers.

Sarah called me and I followed her into her office. She asked me how I was going. I told her all about my gym bunnyness and how I was now quite the accomplished weight lifter/jogger.

“Jen that is wonderful. Amazing news. Well done. Sounds like you’ve really been enjoying it. How many times have you been?”


“Oh....twice? Well, good for you. That’s 100% more times than a lot of my patients.”

Then she looked at me with that serious face of hers and said we had to talk. Sarah told me that my blood test results were back, and they weren’t good. Apparently my blood cells had been tested and the sugar levels in them were very high. 11.6. This was not good news apparently.

“Jen we need to get them down to around 5.6 or under. How has your diet been? Have you seen the diabetes dietician yet?”

“Well, no. I’m busy. I have four kids and, you know, just busy.”

Sarah replied, “Jen I cannot stress to you enough how serious this is. Diabetes is a life threatening condition. You have to get control of this now, you just don’t have any more time. Jen in five years you’ll end up on dialysis. In ten years you’re looking at a kidney transplant. If you’re lucky you’ll find a donor. If you’re like most people, you’ll die waiting for one. But you can do this. You can beat this, Jen, but the time to start is now. Right now. Not tomorrow. Now.”

Horror swept through me. Sheer, utter terrifying horror. This was quite possibly going to kill me. Kill me. I was going to die if I didn’t do something now. Oh god I had four little kids, and a husband, and a life if I chose to accept it! I buried people for a living. That was my job. We didn’t always know how they’d died, but looking back now, I know many people I had directed funerals for who had died of complications arising from diabetes. I was going to be one of them if I didn’t do something about it now.

Suddenly my two gym sessions seemed like a drop in the ocean compared to what I knew I had to yet face. But as the mountain grew before me, so did my determination. I needed to get serious about this. Now. Not tomorrow, not after the next Kit Kat, not after the next bottle of Savvy B.


Next week Jen visits the diabetes dietician and learns of her new sugar free fate.

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