I feel like a putz
I’m not even exactly sure what a putz is but I feel like one. So, I went to the doctor yesterday to follow up with my blood work. Everything looks good for the most part. Cholesterol is good, although I could use a little more in the “good cholesterol” side. My “bad cholesterol” isn’t bad. My liver and kidneys are functioning as they should so there’s no worries there. The only thing that is troubling is that my triglycerides are higher than they should be and so is my fasting sugar. So I’m officially “Pre-Diabetic”. A Happy Camper this does not Kristina make. On the plus side, the way to correct the condition and also up my “good cholesterol” is to lose weight and exercise more. I’m already doing both of these things so as long as I stay on track I’ll be fine.
Contributing to my putziness is my choice in dinner last night. We had a girls night complete with chick flicks, ice cream and assorted fattening foods. I knew I wasn’t going to eat the ice cream or other things but I wanted something solid so I stopped by Jack in the box and picked up a salad. I also got some grilled chicken to go with it. The grilled chicken isn’t bad. 180 calories with only 20 calories from fat. Turns out the salad part was the bad idea. I got on the scale this morning and I had gained 1.6 pounds. I kind of freaked out. So I looked things up online and my nice healthy salad totally bit me in the ass. 680 calories and 420 calories from fat. Add that to the chicken and the program shake I had earlier in the day and I consumed nearly 1,100 calories and more fat than I consume in a week. HOLY SHIT!!!!! No wonder I gained 1.6 pounds and feel horrible today. I surprised it isn’t worse!!!
I feel like a total dumbass for not thinking things through and researching BEFORE I chose to eat. For just going a long my merry way and forgetting a key rule about salads. Salads are great. Dressing and toppings are not. This just reinforces to me that I need to stick to plan and not cheat. Even with something “healthy” because what you don’t know can totally hurt you. I don’t want to be diabetic. My whole family is diabetic. I already have my genes to fight against. I need my cravings to help things along. That is all, I’m a putz.