Have I bitten off more than I can chew?
You know all those “really fun” camp games where the announcer just asks for two volunteers and creates lots of hype surrounding the mystery activity–“someone is going to have more fun than a cat with a McDonald’s ball-place amount of yarn spheres, and it could be you who has all this fun!” So you jump up and down and you cheer and you scream till your lungs shake and you try to contain your excitement when it is in fact you who is chosen? There you are–up in front of everyone–ready to represent your team–anxious to find out what feat you must perform and be crowned victor for your team. And suddenly, the stage hands bring out a circle of golden-crusted blueberries–a pie eating contest. Yuck, you think to yourself. I didn’t come to camp to snarf down baked goods. It will be embarrassing to be up here in front of everyone devouring this lump of sugar and berries. I’m going to look ridiculous. I do NOT want to do this and I DON’T want to be seen doing this. Why did raise my hand again? Why did I shout and jump up and down and draw attention to myself? Why did I ask my friends to point at me and jump up and down and shout and draw attention to me? Because now, here I am, all in front of everyone, on the brink of dashed expectations and disappointment. Maybe I should have just sat in the crowd and let them choose someone else. Someone more qualified and skilled at eating pie. Someone who enjoys eating pie. Someone who would not let the team down.
Have I bitten off more that I can chew?
Well team, this is where I’m at (minus like everything involving camp). I’m feeling like I can’t do it. And now I have to fail in front of everyone! I’m feeling like, “why did I draw attention to this?” “Why didn’t I just keep my head down and try to figure this out on my own?” In some ways, I love the pressure of people knowing about my diabetes and where I’m at. I love the prayers and encouragement when I go to an appointment or as I’m trying out some new equipment. But here, up in front of everyone, (the whole virtual world–theoretically, though I know just a little corner of my world reads this) I don’t want to let the team down! By this, I don’t mean that I have thrown in the towel and I’m “NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE!” I do mean that I feel very exposed and aware that others want me to be successful–“eat the pie, so we can win, Briana! We’re all watching!”
My expectations of myself have been rather high. I thought, go see a good doctor, have some accountability, (this blog, for instance) and a good attitude, and you’ll beat this thing! I do have a systematic plan to work through, but I feel like I’m caught on number 3 in a list of 50! I still hold on to this mentality that I need to balance all of it in perfect harmony (meal plans, diet, exercise, schedule, carb counting) or I can do none of it. My all-or-nothing personality and great if I’m in ALL mode. It is so difficult for me to be satisfied with some success. I haven’t let on how difficult the nutritionists’ suggestions have been to follow through and do! I have only been successful to eat 45 carb meals at breakfast. I have eaten a few lunches and dinners with a conscious effort to count carbs, but for most others I have been on the run or just not in the mood to eat and/or count! Ugh. So, I find myself wondering, do I need, like, smaller goals? Do I just need to suck it up and DO IT?
I want to take some time to think about this. I just wanted to let you know where I am at.
Meanwhile, my goal for tomorrow is to check before and after each meal and eat 45 carbs at 2 meals (at least).
Please don’t get the idea that I am super discouraged. I’m not.
I just wish it were as easy as starting a blog and seeing a good doctor.
This can only be accomplished in a strength that is not my own.
A commitment that seeks for more than good health, but also obedience.
And a resolve to a relationship, not merely a “better living” resolution.
Wait a minute, I know JUST where to find those things!