Blood sugar diet: day 10 of 56

Today was a checkpoint day.  Nothing to do with the diet per se.  On day 1 of the diet I had my quarterly blood sugar sample taken.  Today I came back to see my GP to get the results.

  • Last reading: 7.1 units.
  • Today’s reading: 7.8 units.

An increase of 0.7 units, or 10, something I had anticipated as over the past few months, I had been overeating and less active than previous.  I won’t bore you with the reason.  (I should ideally be at 6.5 units.)

However, my GP had been briefed by his “civilian” staff (the army-speak never leaves you) that I had started the Low Blood Sugar Diet.  So, instead of slapping my wrist, our man was most positive about the diet, my efforts and results.  (He complimented me on my Redhead Days t-shirt which I was wearing.  Normally he wears a top with a witty slogan in English, eg “Cool story, bro.”  Today he did not, but I did.)

I digress.

Next steps…

  • No need to see him at the four-week point in the diet, unless I was constantly going hypoglaecemic and had lost a lot of weight.
  • Carry on, and don’t worry about all carbs, but do avoid the bad carbs, eg white bread, rice etc.

Fifteen minutes later, I left his surgery, and we shook hands.

Next weigh-in is in two days time.  Watch this space.

Have a healthy day, won’t you!

Redhead Festival – Ginger Power!

Wow!  What a great day!  The train from Düsseldorf to Breda in the Netherlands.  After check-in at the hotel (don’t ask!), off Schatz (a natural brunette) and I headed into Breda town centre.  Our taxi driver asked me in fluent English:

I presume you are here for the Redhead Festival?

A jolly clever chap.

The Grote Markt.  Scores of marquees.  Redheads – hundreds of ’em!  The first I see is Alan, an Irishman, standing outside O’Meara’s Irish bar.  We pose for a photo and shake hands.  We stroll round the Grote Markt.  Locals constantly smile to me and greet me.  I pick up an information pack, including timetable, event newspaper and adhesive England flag.

Further strolling.  Off to round the corner, where I find the merchandise marquee, as well as all the food concessions and stage.  I buy a hoodie and t-shirt.  It has to be done.  The hoodie is very warm and ideal for the cloudy, overcast weather.  Off to watch the singing on stage.  Maria from Moscow is singing.  She’s good.  Later on I chat to her in Russian.  This morning she recognised me at the train station when Schatz and I were heading off back to DUS.  I bought her CD, as it including Moscow Nights, one of my favourites.

More strolling round the park.  More marquees and events.  I decide I can spontaneously chat to anyone without needing a table to do that.  Yet more friendly people, including a blonde with “I AM NOT A REDHEAD” painted on her face.  Hey, some are called, few are chosen…

I never knew so many Germans and Dutch were redheads.  Schatz and I even met a redheaded woman from Hamburg, the blondest of German regions.  Wonders will never cease…

Have a ginger day, won’t you!