8......point......7.

So, I have many good things to share in this blog post, not the least of which is my latest A1C of 8.7!! This is down a whole point from when I had it done in mid-July. I am thrilled with my progress, and really feel like my body is "getting it," instead of seeming to do the opposite of what I am trying to do. I am far from my goal, but I am going in the right direction. Some days, I can't believe that I'm actually doing this (taking care of myself/health), and seeing results. It really is proof, though, that I can't just focus on one thing and think that will do the trick. It really is trying to make the food, diabetes, and exercise all work together. Otherwise, it's a bust.

Speaking of exercise, since September 3rd, I have only missed ONE DAY of exercise. It's funny, because I think my competitive switch turned on when Steve joined me on this journey. When it was just me exercising, I was making it to my fourth day of exercise for the week and stopping. I didn't want anything to do with more, and actually felt like I was pushing myself with just the four days. When Steve started walking every day at work, I didn't want to NOT exercise. And it just holds me more accountable. Biking is by far my favorite thing, especially when I go out early on the weekends, and get in a nice long ride before anyone even gets up. I also love the idea of bringing my blood sugar down with exercise alone, as seen in the following photo (not the norm--I usually like to be in the high hundreds to start):

And now, for the icing on the cake: I weighed in at 159.2 this morning! I finally made it into the 150's! I don't think I have seen those numbers in 4 years, and even then I wasn't exercising or being remotely healthy about it. This seemed like a threshold I was never going to break through, but I think every positive change I have made is gaining momentum. I feel like I know my body so much better, and can kind of feel the momentum if that makes sense. Proof:

Finally, I had an interesting thought on the elliptical the other night. A couple of times over the last couple of weeks, I have felt like I have been slightly obsessing about the exercise (how I'm going to fit it in, when, what am I going to do, do I need to bring my bike in the car, etc.), but it's really just me making it a priority and putting it first. It feels like obsessing because I'm not used to doing it. I have to plan it out and think about it in detail to ensure that it gets done. Because it's so important--it's my life.