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My Story
11/13/2016 at 10:39 AM
I had an unplanned pregnancy 5,000 miles from my family with a guy that was emotionally abusive. With 26% unemployment in the area, "a military spouse does not need a job" was a common response to my applications. I was broke, angry, and in tears most of the time.
My blood sugar reading crossed the magic line at seven months and they declared me to be gestational diabetic. I was put into the hospital for three days to monitor and determine how much insulin I needed. I cried some more because I feared I was causing damage to my baby.
They released me from the hospital after only 24 hours because I responded immediately to the diet. If I followed the diabetic diet, I would not give birth to a 14 pound baby (and the related health problems of the obesity at such a young age). I immediately started to measure everything I ate.
A key was the one cup of vegetables for lunch and supper. I hated vegetables. I used the one ounce of fat allowed to pour salad dressing on them or maybe melt a portion of shredded cheddar cheese. I gagged the cup of vegetables down twice a day because I did not want the baby to suffer any more than what I may have already caused it to. It had to be real vegetables, lettuce did not count.
Within three days, my energy level jumped. I no longer wanted to watch "one more newscast in case there was an update." I turned off CBC News and started tidying up the house. If you understand how military housing can be very cookie cutter with the houses looking the same, you will understand what happened next. My husband came home and went back out to check the number because it was too clean to be our house. He thought he had walked into the wrong house because I had cleaned up so much.
I became almost happy for the first time in over a year. I cleaned and sorted and arranged stuff between preparing HEALTHY meals and checking my blood sugars.
I had been hospitalized once and did a walk-in interview with the mental health office but they misplaced my file TWICE. When they responded to my pleading letter, I had found that the change in my diet diminished my need for any counselling.
During the twenty plus years since that happened, I have found that my mood is directly related to what I eat. Although I am not diabetic, vegetables make me happy, processed junk food makes me sad so I follow a diabetic diet (without artificial sweeteners - that is another story). I have recently quit putting sugar in my coffee and have started to replace white flour with things such as Spaghetti Squash (with meatballs and pasta sauce) or "peeling" the zucchini so it looks like fettuccini that needs Pesto. Canned soup gets extra carrot slices added if I am unable to make soup from scratch. I fried a large slice of zucchini and used it instead of toast with my eggs. It is amazing how creative one can be in the kitchen when eliminating white flour.
I challenge you to try a diabetic diet for one week before you introduce drugs into the placenta and baby. If the vegetables do not work, then drugs might be the answer. I am lucky that the mental health office lost my file before they wrote me a prescription.