This whole Disappearing lark, while seeming to go in the wrong direction as far as my weightloss journey is concerned, is beginning to bear fruit.
Back when we began, d's diabetic toe ulcer was such that we were sombrely warned of amputation, and chances of avoiding such a fate being around "50-50."
She's been good ever since, cutting out cakes, desserts, and the like, cutting her soft drink intake right down, and so on, so as to allow the bloodflow she has in her legs a fighting chance to regrow healthy toeflesh and fuck the black spot (her name for the ulcer, and a nod to the whole of piratical historiy and literature) right off.
This week, there was significant progress. The black spot is lifting, under the pressure of freshly grown healthy flesh! If we were given a 50-50 chance, it seems d's efforts are driving us firmly down the right path, towards keeping every digit we have!
Also this week - after quite the game of appointment hopscotch with our local doctors, she got her new medication schedule, so she's now finally getting chemical help to maximize bloodflow and rein in the diabetic effects.
So, while I may rail against the Nazi Scales and why they continue to nudge my numbers in what is clearly the wrong direction, there is at least identifiable evidence of reduced sugar-pressure on the system.
Yay!
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