Not a good combination. Both are autoimmune disorders, and I have difficulty dealing with just one, let alone two. Right now, I'm trying to get my glucose readings down to a reasonable level, before I go to the endocrinologist's office in July.
Now, I'm a reasonably intelligent woman, although math has always remained a mystery, but I know my glucose is too high, most of the time. I've been chastised by some members of an online support group, and it stings. Too many carbs. Taking your glucose readings at inappropriate times. I will plead guilty to the carbs charge. I lust for a good piece of bread (preferably still warm from the oven) and a baked potato, loaded. And last night, I was sucked into a Lay's Potato Chip commercial. Wanted a bag full. Fortunately, had none in the pantry. The moment passed, and I was okay.
There are many more things I could concentrate on, other than figure out how to get lower readings. Like keep writing on my latest novel. Like watching a great episode on History International about Ancient Aliens. Like driving to the YMCA for a water aerobics class.
I'm not making excuses. I've done that before, and didn't even fool myself. It's like dieting. I don't want to do another diet, since I've never stuck to one at any time. And, at my age, I don't have too many pleasures left in life, and by golly, good food is one that's left.
I think I can modify my diet plan, step by step. No Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, etc. for me. Just eliminate one forbidden food at a time until it becomes a habit. Day by day, step by step. It's a process, not an event.
