A typical Browngirl week looked like this
· Dinner dates about 3 maybe 4 nights a week
· Happy Hours about twice a week three times on a good week
· Drink meetups as few as once a week up to three times a week
· Weekends were full of brunches, festivals, beach trips parties and BBQ
Now add the fact that I am out later so I wake up later, usually with just enough time to take Chase to the dog park then rush off to work. I would stop for breakfast and whatever fast food place had the shortest drive through line, Meal prep been thrown out the window so I’m eating lunch out everyday too now repeat that week for the last five months.
When my doctor stopped writing and gave me that “c’mon sis” look I knew I fucked up, her next words though was the gut punch I needed she said “All this living your best life is going to kill you, you are a type one diabetic a disease that will effect all of your organs if not well managed and you have PCOS. We worked too fuckin hard to get you in a good place and you are throwing it all away for what, please tell me how fair will it be to your future self, your future husband and kids if you bring the worst version of yourself to the table. Shit gotta change or you need to find a new doctor cause I’m not gonna watch another black woman suffer from preventable shit.
Let’s pause for a second, I chose this doctor for a reason not only was she a black woman but when we first started seeing each other I asked her to never sugar coat shit to me ESPECIALLY if I’m fuckin up. She promised that she would talk to me like her sister so I know what’s up, I’m sure after the successful year and half that we had neither of us thought we would be having this kind of conversation. But here we are, I am out of control and shit has to change.
Next steps: Facing my truth – The Numbers
· A1C: Was greater than 10
· LDL: Greater than 100
· HDL: Lower than 60
· BMI: greater than 38
· Fasting sugar: 240
· Weight: 246.8
All of these things being out of wack are fucking with my orgasms and my sex drive (check out “Where did the orgasms go” for the full story)
All I could say was Fuck numbers really don’t lie. For those who don’t understand what these numbers mean, I’m at risk for heart disease, complications from diabetes with a side of a potential stroke and I’m only 41. For the next hour we put a plan together that included a healthier way of eating (again) exercise (again) but this time I had homework I had to come up with a plan to incorporate everything we discussed with my new lifestyle. Let’s be realistic, I’m not gonna dead my social life and I’m not gonna stop drinking. Her advice was to use what she gave me as foundation to build on and to get an accountability partner that won’t sugar coat shit.
After I left the doctor’s office I decided that not only was I gonna get an accountability partner but I was gonna be transparent about this shit, I mean what better way to jump back into The Browngirl Experience than with a challenge for my sistas that forgot that the most important part of their experience is their health, without it everything else is short lived.
Join my accountability tribe… There will be weekly prizes… Private Facebook Group… and a shitload of support.as we all work towards living our best lives
Sign up today the challenge begins September 9, 2019