Once Upon a Blood Sugar...
There was a time when keeping on top of my diabetes management was more fairytale than real life. Checking my blood sugars wasn't a common occurrence. Carb counting wasn't around thanks to my 2 or more shots a day, in the morning and evening, so it came down to a more stringent style of meal planning. And as my docs often said, I wasn't "compliant." At some point in my 20s, I grew up. Well, to be accurate: I started growing up. That came in waves. And it's still a work in progress to some degree. But that's when I started accepting and embracing the fact that my diabetes wasn't going anywhere, that I wasn't destined for doom, and I could do something about it in the here and now. That sense of hopelessness still existed, but it became like a toy that I could put into a box and pack away in the closet. Every so often that toy would reappear, but not as often as it once did. What changed? For the most part, it was because I found inspirat...