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I hate to bother you all again. She wants to restrict me to eating fruit, veggies, meat and fish. Period. No wheat, nothing. Granted that I do eat excessive carbs, but believe me the first thing I did after diagnosis is to try to clean up my diet. I have made some strict restrictions, but got stuck there for a long time. Whenever I try to cut my daily calories down by a margin, I end up lying on my bed and go 2 hours staring at the ceiling bursting with energy.... and when I do manage to fall asleep, then I'll wake up feeling like people were beating me in my sleep. Considering how much she knows about nutrition it was a shocker to see my wife give me such an ultimatum. How on earth could I cut down my calories? Even if I lower my insulin dosage I still have to ingest my daily requirements. Thank you!
I hate to bother you all again. She wants to restrict me to eating fruit, veggies, meat and fish. Period. No wheat, nothing. Granted that I do eat excessive carbs, but believe me the first thing I did after diagnosis is to try to clean up my diet. I have made some strict restrictions, but got stuck there for a long time. Whenever I try to cut my daily calories down by a margin, I end up lying on my bed and go 2 hours staring at the ceiling bursting with energy.... and when I do manage to fall asleep, then I'll wake up feeling like people were beating me in my sleep. Considering how much she knows about nutrition it was a shocker to see my wife give me such an ultimatum. How on earth could I cut down my calories? Even if I lower my insulin dosage I still have to ingest my daily requirements. Thank you!
you can eat veggies, meat and fish without cutting calories. You can low carb without feeling hungry and cutting calories. There are others on here who can help you with more info. Do you mean diabetes is feminizing in that your feel your emotions are out of control?
Your wife ain't far wrong.. (I like the sound of this woman.) Though some tropical fruits are like eating candy.. "Natural sugar."
I've been T1 for over 40'years.. Relashionsip for 21 years married for 6 of....
I ain't no councillor. But!
I'll be straight with you matey.. Your wife on your first post? She's had some serious stuff to contend with herself.
If I was you? Ditch the "Woody Allen" & focus the "feminising" to yer wife... To be honest, with what she sound like she's had? Her "gender identity" may well be compromised too..
@Steve14 dude, we are trying to help you here but that equating being sick or weak with being feminine is getting really old really quick. It's offensive-to me and to yourself-having Diabetes has nothing to do with gender or gender identity or gender roles. Other forum members have already pointed this out to you and it is time for you to stop and focus on your health and what you need to do to get better. Love (in a totally non-sexual non-engendered way), SWUSA.I mean it in a way where I start to lose my masculine role. I tried to loosen up and take this less seriously. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of person who will just ignore my disease and go days without taking insulin (that only happened once when I ran out of insulin for 12 hours, and by the end I had that disgusting DKA-like taste in my mouth. No thanks, never again!). Anyways, when I decided to take things more lightly I ended up giving 8 units for evening instead of the usual 4. I only realized it after the pen was already showing 0. By emasculating I meant in a way of always having to be OCD about this... always worry and never be able to let my thoughts wander like I used to all my life. Thus stripping me from my confidence. Although I of course keep a journal and things became a routine, but still, all it takes is to try to forget that I'm sick and boom. I have to keep worrying 24/7.
I mean it in a way where I start to lose my masculine role. I tried to loosen up and take this less seriously. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of person who will just ignore my disease and go days without taking insulin (that only happened once when I ran out of insulin for 12 hours, and by the end I had that disgusting DKA-like taste in my mouth. No thanks, never again!). Anyways, when I decided to take things more lightly I ended up giving 8 units for evening instead of the usual 4. I only realized it after the pen was already showing 0. By emasculating I meant in a way of always having to be OCD about this... always worry and never be able to let my thoughts wander like I used to all my life. Thus stripping me from my confidence. Although I of course keep a journal and things became a routine, but still, all it takes is to try to forget that I'm sick and boom. I have to keep worrying 24/7.
And un packed, re checked and packed again.You can't have seen how the military look after their personal kit - I used to meet up with ex forces mountain rescue people from time to time, and whilst they can be totally cavalier about some things they plan and organised those items upon which their lives may depend with great care. Nothing is left to chance, everything is checked, wrapped, packed - and you would not call them effeminate - not more than once.
Or in my case, a gig...And un packed, re checked and packed again.
I do the exact same thing prior to a days fishing lol.
Regards
Martin
So you're the "sunny side" of "normal".. So what!I get it. Restricting myself to eating "fruit, veggies, meat and fish" sounds like a perfect diet for diabetics, of course. Problem is if I followed such diet I'd have spend all my day eating like a gorilla. Wheat covers almost 50% of my daily calories and I'd love to get rid of it, but how? I'm stuck with cutting calories. Have no experience with it, and whenever I try, I get no sleep at night. Always been slim and lean prior diagnosis. According to https://www.diabetes.co.uk/images/article_images/BMIChart.gif that chart now I'm overweight.
Hopefully, I'm not the only one who saw this sentence from the OP's first post.My wife has cancer, broken neck and a host of other conditions that make her disabled to the point where it'd be risky to have her visit me.
...I flew about 40 times this year and I have absolutely no anxiety anymore. Happy to give some tips on making it easier to fly if it's of interest to you.
...That has to be very tough on her, and I'm sure she could occasionally use some very strong words and say things that might be hurtful. Maybe she just misses you?
Shortly after diagnosis I wanted to live with this and accept it. It's something that millions have and live with it. I remember getting in the car and taking a drive through country roads and stopped by my most favorite spot with nothing, but beautiful landscape in front of me. Just wanted to clear my thoughts and go home, but as I was sitting in the car I started to feel burning and heard the rumble of my stomach. I quickly lit a cigarrette, realizing the situation and wanted to boost my sugar levels. I only brought water with me on that hot summer day, didn't bring food with myself solely BECAUSE I wanted to live with this disease and don't think of myself as a disabled man, and also because I only wanted to get out for 45-60 minutes, then come home. I'll never forget the feeling where I had to choose between driving home with my heart beating out of my chest and risking others & my life, or call for help. I hate hospitals ever since I watched my Dad die in one at age 15 and traumatized me. I decided to drive home and it played out safe, but almost collapsed when I reached my front door. Since then I've not left town without someone accompanying me. Each time I leave the house I have to take a xanax. Maybe my liver saved me that time, but would it save me now that a year has passed? Will it save me if I give myself a shot, miscalculate my boarding time, and right when I take my first bite of the sandwich they'd start calling people onboard where they'd tell me "sorry sir, no foods allowed" ? Jeopardizing a flight because of my own "mistake" could land me in jail, not to mention hundreds would wish I was dead for ruining their day. That's what I'm deadly scared of. That car ride gave me PTSD and now I rarely leave the house, and if I do, only with xanax. I only see morbidly obese, elderly T2 patients at the diabetic clinic, and when there is a person with T1 it's usually a small child or a teenager. Non of my friends understand me, and they even try to encourage me to eat junk food. They don't get it. How to climb out of this mess? Facing my fears would either be successful, or more traumatizing (depending on how it works out). I feel like a child who needs to be accompanied where he goes, and complains, self-pity... and that's the exact opposite of how I acted prior all this.
Please do! I'm open to all suggestions.
That is correct. She misses me a lot and due to the frustration of the current situation, she puts all her anger out on me. But I understand her somewhere. That's why I welcome any suggestions.... for example. How to tackle a situation where I inject myself, wait, and just after taking my first bite I'd be called to board because either I miscalculated the boarding time or flight leaves earlier etc. I want to know everything and be well prepared. Thank you very much!