The Plan

It is always easy for me to look back at the day and see everything that I ate wrong. Maybe because I am stuffed full of junk. Tomorrow is Sunday, and that means doughnuts and muffins and hot cocoa as temptations at church. Last week I was very proud that I made it through the morning without giving in. Tomorrow I plan to do the same. I also know that TJ is home until 2:30 and that means no excuses for not working out. It may even help me in other areas, like frustration and getting time to myself. I plan to go to my gym for 30 minutes tomorrow. I may not spend the entire time on the torture machine, but I will spend some time on it. I am beginning to feel a strange pain in my hands and my feet that I know can only be caused from bad blood sugars. But as I get my life in order including my budget I hope that it will help me feel the motivation I felt last year when I was first diagnosed. It was easy for me to make the excuse last year that I was doing it for my baby, but what about me? It is time to do this for me. I feel encouraged every time I talk to someone who has had diabetes but they lost the weight and it went away. I want that to be me. I just hope that some of the problems with my blood sugars is attributed to me seizure medication. To a better tomorrow.....