Sounds like I'm an addict, doesn't it? In a way I am, though I'm not addicted to drugs or alcohol or even something wild like sex. I'm addicted to what seems harmless--a sedentary lifestyle and unrestricted diet. I'm the typical Type II diabetic.
To put it bluntly: I'm an old, fat white woman.
Like an ostrich with its head in the sand, I ignored my condition for years. I took my oral medication (Glipizide) sporadically and exercised, well, never. Diabetes can be easy to ignore because there aren't many symptoms. And if you don't check your blood glucose levels regularly, you can pretend you don't have it at all. I went on eating whatever I wanted, not exercising, and pretending I was fine. It was easy because I felt fine. And, since I didn't test my blood, I didn't know my glucose level was creeping up over 300. Even when my feet and legs started to torture me with painful pins-and-needles tingling, I just buried my head deeper.
You'd think that, since my aunt had her foot amputated because she ignored her diabetes, that I would have known better. What can I say? Stupidity. Dilusion. Fear. The problem with hiding your head in the sand (and, by the way, ostriches don't) is that just because you don't see the Mac truck hurtling straight for you doesn't mean it isn't going to splatter your ass all over the road.
Long story short: I'm pulling my head out of the sand. I want to live.
I've confronted diabetes head on. This blog will chronicle my efforts to reverse the disease, as well as what works for me and what doesn't. Hopefully, it will help the newly-diagnosed as well as those who've been dealing with it for years.
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