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Some Uplifting Words About Weights

Emerson has done a – mostly – fine job of following a regime that has kept his prediabetes under control and may, at some point, get his A1c back to that of a totally healthy person.

aerobicsHowever, there’s one thing he won’t tell you about, because he isn’t doing it, and that’s strength training.

I’m sorry about that, because my husband’s prediabetes has totally changed my attitude about lifting weights. The truth is, I love it.

Probably just about anything you’ve read about treating prediabetes mentions the need to do some sort of strength training. Not only does it increase insulin sensitivity, but it helps to burn more calories for weight loss.

The reasons people don’t do it are also myriad. They don’t want to look bulky. You sweat a lot. It hurts. It’s boring. And, you probably should go to a gym, with all that entails, from cost to having to deal with younger and fitter people. And, that’s just for starters.

I wasn’t thinking at all about prediabetes when I started lifting almost 10 years ago. However, as I hit and then passed 50, I got tired of reading that people lose 1% of their muscle mass annually after that birthday. And, with a mother crippled by osteoporosis, I knew the best way to build and maintain bone density is weight-bearing exercise.

Still, I kept putting it off for a lot of the reasons listed above. Then, I stumbled upon a program put out by Tufts University and the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) entitled “Growing Stronger: Strength Training for Older Adults.”

At the time, I liked the idea that it was designed for we older people, so I ordered a copy, bought myself a set of 5 lbs. weights, ankle weights, a yoga mat and a step, and started working out two mornings a week behind the closed door of my office.

And, I hated it. Mostly, I sweat a lot, and it was boring. I seldom hurt because it offers good instruction on warming up and cooling down, but I didn’t see that much was happening, either. I suspect some of it was any results were hidden by the pounds I kept putting on. I kept adding exercises to get more results, and moved up to 8 lbs. weights.

Then, prediabetes entered our lives, and with it a copy of Alan L. Rubin’s “Prediabetes for Dummies,” which has a brief weight routine included in its pages. I decided to try it one morning with my 8 lbs. weights just to see what it was like.

Major mistake: I hurt big time. However, while I was doing the movements, I could tell that my muscles were working. The next workout, I tried it again with the 5 lbs. weights, and I haven’t looked back.

Much earlier, when I was reading about the debate over more reps versus more weight, one piece of advice jumped out at me: It’s your exercise, make it what you want.

These days, I’m doing Dr. Rubin’s routine, some leg exercises and the warm-up and cool-down from “Growing Stronger,” some leg stretches from my doctor, a lower back stretch that my brother sugggested and a couple yoga moves. I recently started working with 12 lbs. weights.

I’m still exercising in my office. I’m not sweating as much. I don’t hurt. I feel challenged, and usually when I finish, my endorphins are running high. With my weight loss, I’ve found that old ladies can have abs and pretty good shoulders, too.

You probably still don’t want to lift weights, and it’s not necessarily going to cure what ails you if you have pre-diabetes. However, it’s one more step along the way to better health. Don’t take my word for it. Find yourself a program you think you’d like. Buy some weights.

And, if it doesn’t work for you, keep looking until you find one you do like. I’m glad I did.

Let Me Overwhelm You

x02a32If you’re like me, there are a lot of things that you’ve gone through life without studying. My knowledge of diabetes had come mostly from a couple peripheral acquaintances growing up who had type 1 diabetes (insulin shots, no candy), and an elderly cousin of my mother’s.

When Emerson came home with his diagnosis of prediabetes, I knew that as the chief cook and bottlewasher of this establishment I was going to quickly need to be much more knowledgeable, but oh, where to even start?

In retrospect, I was pretty lucky when we made the switch to low-fat eating almost two decades ago. Years earlier, my mother had researched and experimented during the nine years between my dad’s bypass surgery and his fatal heart attack, and she sent me her books. If I had questions, I called.

However, even getting started learning about prediabetes felt like studying oceanography – in the desert.

Our health-care provider offered a class with a Certified Diabetes Educator (CDE), which I immediately called to schedule. It’s an excellent idea, and I thank them very much, but at that time it was six weeks away and they didn’t understand why I would want to attend. I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t. Not only is eating a communal activity, but as I say, I’m the chief cook around here. I had to fight to be included in the session, but in the end I got a seat, too.

The real problem: that six-week time lag. Obviously, we’d need to do some eating before then, and it couldn’t be things like Emerson’s post-diagnosis lunch, which sent his blood glucose soaring above 180.

So, I started out with what I could do immediately, which was to begin reading.

quick_startMy first stop was Google, and my second was Amazon.com, where I ended up ordering two books: The Quick Start Guide to Pre-diabetes, a Kindle Single by Gretchen Scalpi that I ordered electronically for some immediate info, and Prediabetes for Dummies, by Dr. Alan L. Rubin, which I asked for in print form because I knew we’d need to share it.

The Scalpi book truly was a quick start on educating myself a little about pre-diabetes, and because I was so new to the whole thing – and more than a little freaked out by that point – I probably didn’t get as much from it as I might have. However, I felt truly ready to take on the world of low-carb eating – right until I stood in the pasta aisle at my supermarket trying to do a comparison between white and whole-wheat spaghetti pasta.

Truth be told, I am not a good shopper. However, in this case, I knew I was definitely in over my head. I folded my tent and headed home. I don’t remember what I made for dinner that night, but I’m sure I wasn’t happy about it.