Akting Out

The middle of last week was a low point. So low, in fact, that I wound up going to the hospital. I learned that I was under a lot of stress; it was raising my blood pressure. I’m fine now, though…

The clinic I get examined at is student-run, and adjacent to the hospital; I had never gotten the results of my recent blood work, and I figured that I might as well kill two birds with one stone. After filling the doctor in, he stepped out for a few minutes.

He returned with my open chart in his hands, studying it carefully. “Mr. Tingle,” he begins, “What’re you doing to yourself?”
My heart bottoms into my stomach. “Nothing out of the ordinary, why?” Just what the hell are you about to tell me?!
“Whatever you’re doing,” he looks up, smiling, “Keep it up.”

My A1C is down; my blood sugar stays pretty even. Although he couldn’t authorize it himself, he was going to recommend that medication no longer be necessary in the management of my type two diabetes.

I have been off medication for about five days; it’s been an adjustment. I won’t say it’s been easy. My energy level has dropped off a bit, and my blood sugar peaked out a few days ago at 138. It consistently remains at around 98-112.

I still get up and work out every morning. I still eat a lot of fruit, I still remain very active, and I still take the necessary steps to keep my body going.

But you can officially take it from me.

You can beat this thing back.

Thanks for reading.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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I’m forming some new habits this week. More on that later.

First thing’s first. Here’s where you can find Glucose Buddy, the iphone app I recommended last week, on the web. Also, here’s where you can find it on twitter and on facebook. If you have trouble with any of these links, let me know.

So this is my plan to resolve diabetes within ten years. I exercise five days a week, alternating between burning fat and building muscle. The real struggle is to watch what I eat at night, when my metabolism slows down and my blood sugar rises.

So this is the regimen and the vitamin lineup. I’ll share the diet next week.

Mon-Wed-Fri
50 Pushups
50 Situps
50 Curls
25 Butterflies
30 Minutes General Training (Boxing/Martial Arts)

Tue-Thurs
50 Jumping Jacks (sets of three)
3 Minutes Shadowboxing
3 Rounds of Footwork (1 Round=3 minutes)
15 Minutes General Training (Boxing/Martial Arts)

Vitamins
Centrum Cardio
B12
Cinnamon
E
Metformin
Omega 3 Fish Oil

I’ve been on a variation of this for weeks now. I figure if I do light versions of this in the morning (to wake up) and then do full versions at night, keeping my heart rate up will counteract my blood sugar rising. So here goes.
I’ve also started researching other type 2 blogs; I’ll share those results next week.

Till then…

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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I went into a bit of a cheesecake-induced depression after learning that I couldn’t do much running anymore—especially with my knees killing me. Getting older sucks; not much you can do about it.

Still, even though I went off on the cheesecake, I stuck to a new workout routine that involved freeweights and aerobics, and I managed to keep my blood sugar beneath 130 all week. I’ve also learned that it’s not only how much you exercise, it’s also when. So what I learned last week, I happily share with you;

1). Hit The Ground Running.
…I should’ve found a better way to phrase that. But seriously, when you get out of bed, immediately get into your routine. I’ll knock off twenty pushups before I hit the bathroom just to get my heart working.  Your metabolism is still picking up speed when you first wake up; getting your heart rate up first thing in the morning not only increases metabolic speed when you first wake up, but that, and a good breakfast, will carry you through most of the day. In my case, I wake up, knock off twenty pushups, fifty sit ups, fifty curls, and fifty butterflies, all in about ten minutes. After either a smoothie or oatmeal (and a single cup of coffee) for breakfast, I’m pretty energized by the time I take off.

2). Shut Down The Fridge After 8pm.
You may have to tailor this to your own schedule, but one’s metabolism tends to slow down when the bulk of the day’s workload is down. For diabetics, this means your blood sugar begins to rise regardless of what you’ve eaten. Even if you eat a carb-friendly meal for dinner, you may see abnormal results simply because your body isn’t digesting as quickly as it should. So roughly four (six is ideal) hours before you hit the sack, shut down the kitchen.

It doesn’t hurt to sneak in a workout, too.

So many people who are new to this disease run into this problem; not understanding why their blood sugar rises at night. I cannot overemphasize this; at night, your body is most vulnerable. This is where you need to be especially careful as to how you treat yourself. Above all else, STAY ACTIVE.

As for me? Well, I feel better than I have in awhile. I can actually see a little definition in my arms, I feel lighter, I can jump higher, and my kicks have a little snap in them again. I do a lot of work with the weights (shadowboxing and footwork, I don’t recommend it unless you’re sure you can take it, because you will feel it in the morning), and I’m starting to slim up a bit. So, one more week down.

Oh, before I go…

Glucose Buddy
Tell me; does anyone who own an iphone/ipod touch find it impossible to live without? I can’t tell you how much I take this thing for granted. Being able to check my email in the middle of the night? Music, movies, news, podcasts, and I can write from the thing on top of it? I’ll be buried with my ipod. But I digress.

I disovered Glucose Buddy about four months ago. I haven’t tinkered around with other diabetic-friendly apps on the ipod, because I haven’t felt a need to.

Initially, I had some syncing issues between the device and the web page; they seem to have been worked out over the last couple of months. Basically, the program lets you enter your blood sugar level and then sync it to your device so you can track your results anywhere. This is excellent for taking your history to the doctor. It’s one thing when you have to recall from memory, it’s another when you can walk through the last two weeks with your physician.

Beyond syncing your results, there are columns for recent activity and exercise. This may be the most beneficial aspect of the application, as if you can make revisions to routine on the fly.

I really feel bad here; I follow this guy on Facebook and couldn’t find him on my friends list (and yes, I’m sure he’s still there). He’s also available on twitter, and when I turn him up, I’ll share links. In the meantime, if you run search for “Glucose Buddy” in the iTunes App store, you should be able to find it.

Till next week!

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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This blog was written October 5, 2009.

Ugh, today was not a good day. I went a bit out of control and had nine (count them) nine glazed donuts over the course of nine hours. I paid for it at the end of the day; slightly dizzy, mild headache, and fatigued. I downed a sugar-free Red Bull to compensate, and was fueled enough to get through the day. Unfortunately, I felt my heart racing as though it would burst out of my chest. For a second, I was really worried.

Luckily, after walking home, my blood sugar is only 137. I got lucky.
I can’t run anymore; pounding the pavement takes a terrible toll on your knees. As much as I hate to admit it…I just can’t take the damage as well as I used to. My right knee has been acting up, so, following the advice of some people I trust, I’ve given up running for very brisk walking.

My morning routine consists of getting up, busting about one hundred and fifty jumping jacks to music, hitting the free weights, and then pushups and situps (mostly situps).

I’ve discovered this great way to wear yourself out, get your heart rate up, and improve your punch speed; train with the freeweights! I hold the weights and go through my routine; stationary punching, shadowboxing (which will really take it out of you), and basic blocking.

Combine this with a single cup of black coffee, and one serving of oatmeal with lowfat milk, sweetener, and blueberries, and my sugar in the morning is usually about 97 by the time I get to work. I feel ready for the day, I’m full till lunch, and I’m losing weight.

If I can avoid days like today, I’ll be great.

I’m still on metformin, but I need to get my blood work evaluated again within a month. That’ll be a test. I’ve managed to avoid going on insulin this long…here’s hoping I can keep the streak alive.

Next week, I’m going to start keeping more accurate records on my blood sugar, thanks to this great little app I found for the Ipod. Thanks for following!

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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What inspires me to pursue this is that I had no medication for nearly three years, thanks to a lack of medical insurance. I knew that keeping my heart rate up, and thus my metabolism high, could be enough to keep the disease at bay—if I was willing to work hard enough.

Well, I’m willing to work hard enough.
That’s the first thing I need to stress; if you have this disease, food is not your worst enemy; ignorance is. Doing nothing and hoping things will change will only lead you to your own funeral, and the trip there won’t be pleasant. If you got it, then you got it, now deal with it.

Many experts (including a couple of doctors I’ve seen) agree that exercise can take the place of medication, and I can live a long, healthy life if I take care of myself. Trouble is, I’ve always been active, I’m getting older, and I can’t push myself like I used to. Still, I have to find a way…

September 22, 2009

My blood sugar was at an all time low of 97 this morning! To top that off, I’m sleeping through the night without making trips to the bathroom, and my pants are noticeably beginning to hang off of me now. I have to credit part of this to the Subway diet; believe me, it works. I eat the Subway Cluv (no double meat) with lettuce, tomato, cheese, onions, sweet peppers, and loads of jalapenos. Fills me up for the rest of the day and it doesn’t make me sleepy afterwards.

I’m going to start posting recipes next week; I credit a lot of the reduction to smoothies for breakfast, low (but healthy) snacking, and light lunches/dinners. The heaviest I eat is BBQ chicken, fettucine alfredo, and a salad. I won’t lie; I come home from work some nights and I do not feel like cooking. Often, I’ll chop up a salad, make up some pizza soup, or bake up some teriyaki chicken wraps (recipes coming). The prep time for most of these is under an hour and the carb count is decent.

Believe that as a type two diabetic, most carbs are not your friend. Your body breaks down carbs into sugar, and as there’s not enough insulin to process the sugar, it slows you down. Your heart has to work harder to cycle through your bloodstream…I’ve been through this before. But I seem to be on the right track.

Now, the downside.
Stark reality; I’m not as young as I used to be, and I can’t push myself as hard as I once could. I still enjoy morning runs, and I greatly enjoy training, but since I get so sore the next day, I find that I have to alternate days exercising. On the recovery days, I really have to watch what I eat. Even then, my blood sugar didn’t get higher than 170…which is still high, but not as high as it used to be. Keeping the disease in check is possible, but requires a lot of patience.

Something else that’s been going through my head lately; there is no cure for type two diabetes. I’ll have it until the the day I die. If I’m lucky, it won’t kill me.
It’s possible to replace medication with exercise (my goal), but what happens if I can no longer exercise?

I hope that’s far off. In the meantime, I can only work with what I have. Until next week.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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When I was in my early-to-mid twenties, I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. It happened by accident; I was at the doctor’s trying to get cleared for something, they ran my blood work, surprise; no more Reese’s for you.

Of course, being me, I didn’t take it seriously; there are certain foods I’m just not willing to give up. I’ll find a way to beat it. I always do.
Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. Type 2 can be a bitch, unmanaged. You live in the bathroom, especially at night. You can also drain the Pacific and still be thirsty as hell. And you sleep; you sleep a lot, whether you want to or not.

Sometimes you can sleep and not be sure if you’ll ever wake up.

You sleep because your heart is having such a hard time getting blood through your system that the only way it can do so is to shut you down. And if it can’t get the process back up to speed, well…

Type 2 Diabetes is the result of your body’s inability to produce enough insulin to counter the sugar that passes through your bloodstream. The sugar then acts like acid, literally eroding away at your major organs. Left unchecked, it can result in the amputation of your limbs. Amputation follows diabetic neuropathy.

Going from a physically active lifestyle to sleeping fifteen hours at a time was kind of a wake-up call. I was happy to learn that exercise, especially aerobic exercise, greatly countered the effects of this poison racing through my bloodstream.

I began to take it seriously. I was unmedicated for three years—during which time, I actually lowered my blood sugar by more than fifty points by exercise alone. I came to learn that enough exercise can actually replace the need for medication. I can live a very long life if I take care of myself…

I confess that there’s more to it than that…
When I was younger, and I fought, I could dance. I could float across the ground like I was walking on clouds, make my opponent dizzy just by continuing to circle them, and frustrate them by making them miss their every move. A friend of mind once told me he just wanted to grab me and plant me into the ground so he could land one clean shot. It was too much work trying to chase me down. Even more so, my right leg was a tripwire with a cannonball at the end of it. It was a threat from any range, at any distance. I used to taunt people; I didn’t even need my hands. You get close enough to me, and my right leg will take the wind right out of you.

Nothing beats the sensation of flying; leaping through the air and tagging your opponent with three kicks before gracefully returning to terra firma.

Type 2 slows you down. My entire body felt so heavy that when I fought my last battle in Saginaw, I did it using boxing—and got very, very lucky.

I run an average of about seven miles a week now. I can’t leap like I used to, but my body is beginning to remember the footwork again. What few sparring sessions I’ve had, the physical memory is kicking in. I may never be as fast as I used to be, but if I can lighten my body, it’ll make things easier on my heart.

If George Foreman can win the heavyweight crown at forty-five, I have no excuses.

My goal is to be completely off of medication by the time I’m thirty-five. To this end, I’m (somewhat) careful about my diet, I work out religiously, and I monitor my blood sugar.

This category is going to be a weekly journal of my progress. I find that I’m more accountable when people are reading. Beyond that, I’d like to help anyone who’s at risk for getting this disease, or having trouble managing it. I’ll post what I’m eating, how I work out, my blood sugar levels—even when I screw up. For the record, Red Bull Sugar Free is a great energy drink that doesn’t skyrocket your blood sugar.

Feel free to contact me or comment, and thanks for following along.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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