It was sounding a little too... I don't know... annoying. I suspect that had I posted it I would have received a bunch of "you're doing awesome" type comments and that's not what I was going for.
I think what I need to do is just come to terms with another little blip on my medical radar. I've been on a bit of a roller coaster, heath-wise, since we moved five years ago.
There's been the severe anaemia and the irrationally out of control blood sugar, and adding diabetes meds... and through it all my blood pressure has been testing high and I've been angry that yet another medication is being pushed on me.
Last week seemed to be the last straw, as far the doctor was concerned. When I pushed against medication he only gave me until after Christmas to get it lowered naturally, but he was shaking his head as he gave in that much.
I came home and did some Internet research, and was confident I could do this.
For about twelve hours.
As I was falling asleep that night, the reality of it came drifting through and I remembered that just before we moved my doctor in P.A. was alarmed because my blood pressure was high and she wanted to write me a prescription for some meds to counter that.
And I resisted and convinced her that it was just the stress of moving.
My, I'm a stubborn so and so.
So, yeah. When I remembered that it hasn't just been a year and a half or two years, but all of five years that my blood pressure has been consistently high, and that although all of the good changes I've made have brought my weight down, stabilized my blood sugar, gotten me off one diabetes medication and lowered the other... it hasn't helped my blood pressure.
When I decided to face that reality and accept the medical help that might give my hard working arteries and heart a break, I figured I might as well get back to the doctor and get 'er done before the big stress of Christmas and company begins in earnest.
Mmm... Humble pie.
With a gluten-free crust of course.