Rats! I wrote my first paragraph in my new blog ... and did something that made it totally escape into cyberspace to be forever "lost in space" ... sigh. So, I shall begin again, and hopefully not delete this post.
I protest being a Type 2 Diabetic. In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, and I was in denial about being diabetic. I hate it, I do not want to do it, I do not want to "play", I want to take my ball and go home, not to mention that diabetes is much too hard ... but I do not have a choice. So, now, for the most part, I accept being diabetic. Giving myself twice daily insulin injections has done that for me. I confess that I was afraid of giving myself injections. I have always been afraid of needles. However, I am delighted to report that even for a wimp like me, insulin injections are no big deal. The needles are so thin and short that most times I do not even feel the needle.
Nevertheless, becoming diabetic at the age of 56 is the pits. My habits, whether for good or ill, have long been established and are really difficult to change. Even knowing that I really must change my eating and exercise habits has not made the changes easy or even possible. I am being compliant with my medications, and somewhat compliant with my diet, but I really struggle to exercise, even though I have personally experienced exercising bringing my blood glucose levels down. Go figure!
It is my profound hope that sharing my feelings in this blog will help me to deal with my feelings and enable me to make the necessary changes in my life.
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