I’ve been a Diabetic for 11 years. 11 long years of uncontrolled sugar levels, fatigue and roller coaster health binges. My Papa was a diabetic, I remember as a kid, hounding him anytime he had sweets, or starches out of worry. I always used to tell him that if I got Diabetes, I would die, because I loved potatoes and sweets and had absolutely no will power.
That has been almost true a couple of times, I definitely have been slowly killing myself.
I remember the day the doctor told me I was Diabetic, at the time, she said Type 2, all those memories with my Grandfather flashed through my mind. My first thought? “Great, thank you for the death sentence, genetics.”
Then I left the doctors office with my scripts, and followed the diet for about a week, before I gave up. At the time, they didn’t give me any diabetes education, I knew no starches and sweets, that was it and just couldn’t do it. So, I pretended it would go away.
Fast forward 11 years. My A1c is at 11, my energy level is at 0 and my health is so much worse. Sure, over 11 years I have jumped on the Healthy train several times, but never stayed on it. I am insulin dependent and Doctors think that I am Type 1, not 2, but haven’t confirmed it yet. I have been in the hospital several times this year for levels over 600 and now, now I am on this damn train and I am not getting off.
How does this tie in to being a Mom and Wife? Well, low energy and bad health makes for a stretched out and not very active Momma/Wife and I want that to change.
This is the start of my journey…..you are welcome to come along for the ride.