I am not a diabetic!

At least, not yet!

I am taking a medication called Metformin, which is a diabetic drug. Now my health insurance sends me all their publications for people with diabetes. And my medicine bottle urges me to wear a medical alert to inform people that I take this medication.

I was given Metformin by my OB to treat my PCOS, which is a disorder that affects not only fertility in women, but also causes weight gain around the middle due to a insulin resistance. Hence the diabetic drug. Hence the low-refined carbs, low-sugar diet. Hence the quest for weight-loss.

I am not a diabetic, but I could be one in the future. Women with PCOS have an increased risk of developing the disease. So my hope in adopting this new way of eating is to almost act like I already have diabetes so I won't actually get it one day. Does that make any sense at all?

I will say this for metformin: now that I have gotten used to not eating much sugar, if I do have some, my body lets me know about it... in the bathroom. Yes, if I eat a cookie, metformin does its best to encourage said cookie to just pass right on through without hanging around, which causes me to have to... uh... go.

But that's ok. If I eat something that my body doens't need and can't use, I'm glad I have a little helper to get rid of it! And, the next time I want a cookie, I stop and ask myself if I really want the poo issue that goes along with it! Gross as it sounds, it helps.

I mean, Nathan and I made lemon bars last night for Steve, and when he had one last night I was barely even tempted to join him. I had a sugar-free fudge pop instead, and I could almost hear the metformin roaring in approval.