Facing the demon

Scene 1 (flick flick flick): I am feeding my daughter and the phone rings. I ignore it initially but then realize that the calls from Dr.Silverman. I rush over to grab the phone whilst my daughter shrieks at the top of her voice for snatching away the most favorite thing from her mouth. Not knowing what to do I dump her on the chaise and answer the call. After a hasty hi I ask Dr.Silverman what dreaded news does he have in store for me? Yes that's right Post partum check ups followed by phone calls from OBGYN are the worst nightmare for any woman. Almost all the time it ends up with a sad sob. In my case true to my hunch Dr.Silverman conveys the NEWS--"Roopali your HbA1c count is a little towards the higher end looks like you are pre-diabetic. Now I do not want you to panic just take it easy make dietary changes and follow up with an internist and everything will be fine."

Fine! How is anyone supposed to be fine after knowing something one does not wish to know. All my years of life I prayed dearly to God begging to not make me a candidate for diabetes and here I am witnessing an event that was not supposed to happen. I passed my thank you to Dr.Silverman and off I went to my baby who was happy to find the nipple she was deprived of a few minutes ago. I wept for some time and then staring vaguely I  decided to recollect all that happened from the ringing of the phone to ending the conversation with Dr.Silverman and I thought what is there to panic about. I mean come to think of it all my life only extreme things have happened to me and every time I have capsized fate's plan. This gave me courage and slowly my brains took over my heart and I decided to chalk down what I had to do to "Face the Demon."

First things first I met an internist who is of my ethnicity and understands South Asian lineage better. His advice was to get my physical done which I had avoided for a long time since I find it to be terribly boring and put me on a diet and exercise routine. Even before I could oppose he said,"Ms.Sharma I know you lead a busy life but for you its now or never." That was good enough to get me started. 

Whenever I could I visited the closest of gym and enrolled into their annual membership. I then joined swimming class and took up strength training. Today is Day one of my entire plan of not loosing weight but getting healthier is what I like to call it. Becoming healthy is more important to me than having Victoria Beckham's waist line. Not that I would not mind having one. But the point is to have smaller goals to keep one going. If I plan to walk 30 minutes I am sure I can easily push myself to 45 minutes. If I attend Jazzercise I am sure I will try and make it to Zumba. But if I straight away attend a boot camp and get exhausted then I know nothing will materialize and I will eventually give up.

Now having taken care of the physical part I need to concentrate on food habits. I have totally cut out white rice, oily items, too much dairy from my diet. Now its all about loading up on protein. Its not easy to move from one form of diet to another but its not difficult either. Its a simple policy that is easy to live with. Eat once in every three hours and eat small portions. Do that and there is a significant change in the numbers. 

Today is my first official day of exercising after fixing my dislocated pelvis bone (I have chronic sciatica) which means starting now I need to know how many pounds I am able to loose every week. For now weighing scale looks and feels ugly hopefully by the end of this month I will have something worthy to say. So till next month or who knows if I reach my goal earlier then till a fortnight.