121 Days Left

I can’t seem to shake this feeling that I’ve been dropped behind hostile enemy lines with a rusty canteen, an old pair of boots, a few cartoons of cigarettes, a worn deck of playing cards, a couple of Snickers and I am on my way to storm a fortified secret fortress but I have no map.

I researched “Diabetes” for a few hours last night. I spoke with a few friends that have been diagnosed with diabetes and a dietician.  I have combed my mind and memories of how I got here.  I spoke to my father and with tears in his voice he apologized for “doing this” to me.  It was a tough day yesterday.  I am worn out and have no idea as where to begin.

I passed out from exhaustion last night and slept through my alarm.  I got up to see the sun and the dawn of a new day.  I was excited and hopeful for today.  I am digesting the information from yesterday and am putting together cohesive thoughts as to how I am going to live this thing out.

I went to my local YMCA and ran a bit.  I started my run with a little “Bad Manner” and found the soothing sounds of Buster and the gang not enough to drown out my thoughts.  I decide to body pray as I ran.  I began to organize the information I got yesterday in to smaller digestible moments.

I found myself tired and afraid.  Then I was angry and fearful.  Then I found my self exploring what my life may look like in to the future.  The fear, anger and exhaustion was slowly being replaced by will, courage and an energy I have not felt in some time.  I was flooded with memories of when I was younger.

I remembered my moments when I was training for wrestling and those moments of victory I had experienced as a young man.  I remembered my first kiss, that first love, that first time I played a show before a crowd and that first time I heard about diabetes.

I am half Pawnee & Kaw.  Since I was a child I was surrounded by stories of the old days and the physical witness of a people that could not stand against colonizing powers.  I watched my elders tell stories as they sat in wheelchairs, walkers, and an old wooden picnic table.  My grandfather had diabetes, my grandmother did too.  My father has it.  My mother has it.  I have countless aunts and uncles that have diabetes.  Diabetes seems to be a rite of passage in my family, along with that romantic notion of vision quest.

When I did my pastoral internship in Central Oklahoma I served 3 native churches.  THat summer the pews would be populated with amputated limbs, swollen knees and the smell of gangue green flesh.  All from the savage attack of diabetes upon these once proud people.

I knew it was more of a matter of when over if I would become diabetic.  Yet I ignored the warning signs and did not tighten the reins of my diet.  I could exercise like hell and I do.  It’s just that exercise alone does not combat diabetes.  I was holding the blanket of my youth and the flickering memory that I was still an 18 year old feller in peak physical form.

As I ran towards memories on that treadmill I searched all kinds of angles as to how I could have prevented it.  I could have embraced a lifestyle that was filled with healthy eating sometime ago.  I tried often to do this and would wrestle my way in to tomorrow and soon everyday became a celebration for a victory that lingered over many years.  A victory that faded and tattered still served the purpose to shun responsibility of the impending diagnoses.

I can no longer use yesterdays glory to justify todays poor living. I will find a new norm and move to wrestle this thing.  

Running away my anxiety and fears I pushed on.  I stopped and wiped my brow.  I logged my time and distance and weighed myself.  It seems that worry weights 1.2 pounds.

 

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122 Days Left

I began March by being diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.  I have a plan to fight this news.

There are 122 days until July 01, 2011.  Over the next 4 months I will document my journey with this disease and my quest towards greater health.

I start this journey at 248 pounds with a blood sugar number of 220 & an A1c of 10.4.  On July 01, 2011 I want to weight 200 pounds with a blood sugar number below 100 & an A1c under 6.

I hope to achieve these goals by changing my diet to a greens based diet with minimal carbohydrates and sugars.  I want to limit my carbohydrate intake to 15% of my total diet & my sugar intake to less than 15 grams daily.

This is where I begin and will adjust these numbers and figures as informed by my doctors and nutritional experts.  I will remain open to knowledge about what is going on inside me so that I might achieve the above goals.

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Day 10

“Overcoming poverty is not a gesture of charity. It is an act of justice. It is the protection of a fundamental human right, the right to dignity and a decent life…”

Nelson Mandela

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Day 7

The world’s billionaires — just 497 people (approximately 0.000008% of the world’s population) — were worth $3.5 trillion (over 7% of world GDP).

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Day 06

Almost two in three people lacking access to clean water survive on less than $2 a day, with one in three living on less than $1 a day.

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Day 05

Every year nearly 11 million children living in poverty die before their fifth birthday.

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Day 04

Less than 1% of what the world spent every year on weapons was needed to put every child into school by the year 2000.

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