Yes, Virginia, there really is a DA.

Hi! My name is Cynthia and I am a diabetic.
(Admission is the first step to recovery….or so I’ve been told.)

The reason I typed that is because I think I need a twelve-step program for diabetics, a DA if you will (Diabetics Anonymous). I have been quasi-watching myself. I mean I go to the doctor on a regular basis. I take my meds every day. I have my A1C test done every 3 months like I’m supposed to and all of my results are good. But, there are some things I don’t do…like test regularly, watch my carb intake, and exercise. Do you know why I don’t do these regularly? Because I DON’T WANT TO.

There.
(ahhhh- deep sigh)

I needed to get that out. I hate hearing all of the diabetic commercials. I hate hearing my daughter ask me if I am doing ok so she can report back to those who have asked. I hate the fact that I have to sweat. I hate having to reduce bread, pasta, potatoes, pizza, French fries, icecream, chocolate, lemonaide, tortillas, and all of the other really good tasty things. You’ll notice that I did say reduce not “never-eat-them” because I do know that diabetics can eat them - just not in humongus amounts. (snicker)

But, therein squats the toad.

You see, I love to cook, love to eat, and love to do both with good friends and family. I just want to say no. No to self-control. No to small portions. No to vegetables. No to carb counting. No to sugar-free stuff. I know that I am being overly dramatic and somewhat whiney, but you know what? Sometimes you just need to dump it out so that it doesn’t fester and become a big huge problem. I’m all about ripping the Band Aid off and dealing with things. So, I have ripped it off. Now, I suppose I’ll have to deal with it.

gross.