It ain’t so bad as it might seem

After two weeks of Really Paying Attention to what they’re doing and without making any significant changes to diet yet, my blood sugar numbers are a little better than I feared.  That’s not to say they’re normal, for they aren’t.  However, they’re not quite as bad as the official CBC sounded last month.

I’ve also managed to walk five days out of seven for the last two weeks, which is a good beginning.  It helps that T came in one evening and said, “Daddy, if you’d like company when you go walking I’ll go with you.”  She wants to get more exercise too, and she knows that it’s lots nicer if two walk together than one, not to mention that we’re lots more likely to go if we go together.  Another benefit of walking together is that we have time to ourselves to have proper conversations.  I may just get the chance re-acquaint myself with the person she is now.  We’re planning a trip to Dublin together on the 22nd of the month so T can tour the Dr Pepper plant Tomax, are you listening?); she’s the only one in the family who hasn’t been there, and she’s the stone-cold DP nut.

I’ve been surprised at how well my stamina’s held up and how easy it’s been to increase distance quickly.  I managed eight blocks the first night I went out. Tonight I went twenty-eight.  (I need to take the car out and see how many “blocks” make a mile in this neighborhood.)  Roughly, it takes me thirty to forty minutes to go twenty-whatever blocks without trying to power-walk.  Our bathroom scale broke a couple of months ago so I have no idea whether the increased exercise is helping my weight any; none of my clothes seems to fit any differently yet.  I wish I had a scale.