Seven months ago I wrote about my most recent physical (Bad News Delivered)and the poor results of my blood tests at that time. I was put onto a different diet, told to work out more and lose more weight to try and stem the tide that seemed headed toward diabetes.
Well tomorrow I will go in for the follow up set of tests. I've lost 10-15 pounds since that last visit. I've worked out hard and am in pretty good shape. I've learned to eat better.
And a part of me is scared out of my tiny little mind. My next physical check up comes about 10 days later and we'll review the results. The tests will be bad enough (I'm a total weenie when it comes to drawing blood. The blood sugar test of course only requires drinking super sweet liquids and then peeing into jars but it's the one that holds the greatest dread) but the waiting till I hear the results will be even worse.
And if the news is bad...?
Trying not to think about that. I should have worked out more. I should have lost more weight. I feel like I screwed up again.
Keep me in your prayers.