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Last week I wrote about my fattest night ever and how I was going to begin the road of weight loss.

 

That was dumb idea to start on the Friday before a holiday weekend.

 

But I did anyway and honestly, couldn't we always find an excuse as to why we should wait to start losing weight? I can always think of something it seems.

 

Over the weekend I did everything in my power to stay off the couch and get out of the house. This stops me from snacking and sitting and watching cooking shows that just make me want more snacks!

 

The other thing I am doing is making some better choices when it comes to food. I have to be honest with myself. I am not going to eat salads everyday, or bun-less burgers. That is not me.

 

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By the end of the day I was almost regretting that I had been drinking so much water throughout the day. I was in the bathroom about every 20 minutes or so.
It started yesterday when I got a twinge and a sort of seize when I used the bathroom. It was different from the feeling I had gotten (or seemed to remember) when I had a urinary tract infection in the past. But I knew something was still definitely wrong. Especially when I got up at 4 a.m. last night to go potty, and then again 20 minutes later, and still getting this seizing twinge of a pain in my very low abdomen.
I decided I'd load up on water today and even--gulp--drink some cranberry juice even though I really can't stand cranberry juice (I found some cran-grape at the gas station, which may not have the same effect as cranberry, but it was all I was willing to tolerate, especially since it wasn't sugar free). (READ MORE)

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Okay, I will warn you up front that this post is a total rant and has no other substance besides the fact that I need to let off some steam. I am also looking for some of you who have dealt with this annoying stereotype.
As I was minding my own business here at my desk the janitor comes up to me and asks me if I have to take shots everyday. I realize that he was listening to a conversation I was having with a co-worker about insulin and so on. A total eavesdropping moment right? So I answer, "nope." And totally leave it at that.
He says, "Oh you got off of insulin. That's good. Just a diet now or pills?"
"No I have an insulin pump."
"There is a gal in another office I clean that has to shoot up every day." Then he does it. He does this sort of motion with his right hand towards his left upturned arm. As if he is shooting up heroin or something right into his vein! (READ MORE)

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When to tell?

 

I have accepted a new job. It's in a new city (half way across the country!!). It's with new people. New people who don't know that I have diabetes.

 

It was during my four-year tenure at my current job that I was diagnosed. I had no problem telling just about everyone in my very small office about diabetes. I already knew them and their personalities.

 

It's different now. I have a problem with going in to the boss on my first day and saying, "Hey, guess what..." I also have a problem with waiting three months until my benefits kick in, or even longer when someone sees me checking my sugar (or doesn't know what to do if I pass out) to say, "Oh, yeah, maybe I should have told you sooner."

 

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Here are the six things I'd like people to know about diabetes. 

 

 

1) Yes, I know I'm not fat. When I tell you I have diabetes, I hope your first reaction won't be "But you're not that fat."  Fat does not equal diabetic. Diabetic does not equal fat.  I am already sensitive about my weight, the automatic association with diabetes increases that sensitivity. 

 

2) You don't not need to monitor my food, I will do that myself.   Please don't ask if I should be eating what I'm eating.  I am an adult.  Diabetes has no impact on my ability to make choices and handle the consequences of those choices.  And please, if I tell you yes I can have it, don't say something like "well, whatever you think is best" and then relate a story about how someone you know lost their eyes, their legs, or their kidneys because they ate brownies. 

 

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I’ve written about the “diabetes secret handshake” on previous occasions – the externally-visible insulin pump, the furtive-but-public jab of an insulin pen, the naturally-obsessive counting of M&Ms, Smarties, or raisins – or the presence of glucose tablets.

 

Not that I really need them, but over time I’ve acquired a small stash of glucose tabs at health fairs and diabetes expos.Since another colleague – who works at an adjacent station where he cannot keep “food” – has a history of metformin-mediated lows, I’ve taken to keeping one of those tubes stashed in the unlocked space of my workspace, to be used if/as needed, no questions asked.

 

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Olivia is planning on going trick-or-treating tonight. She's 13, so a bit old to be doing it, but she's using her little sister as an excuse. Who am I to knock that? I did the same thing all the way thru high school - hey, someone had to take my sister out. My parents were more than happy to let me do it.
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The letter C brings us to cannula, by request.
I found an interesting photograph of an insulin pump cannula that said much of what I'd decided to write when I was thinking through this post. Essentially, the photo verbalizes for me the sentiment that my life - the lives of all of us who use an insulin pump - turn (quite literally) on a dime. The cannula that delivers the medicine that keeps us alive is smaller than a coin that, this day and age, won't even pay for a gum ball. (READ MORE)

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A week ago I was all prepared to write a post about how I was ready to lose weight. I was tired of my muffin top and of my clothes being too tight. And I fear this summer's trip to the beach in a bathing suit.
That was a week ago. A week ago, when I was ready to dig my workout clothes out from their hiding places. A week ago, when I was ready to shun fast food and treats. It's amazing what a week can do. (READ MORE)

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As a person living with chronic health conditions, it isn't hard to remember how life can really be. How short things are, how quickly time flies, and just how important the little things need to be. With the way humanity is, it's easy to let that all pass by without even considering the bigger picture.

 

So I try my hardest to count the smallest things. The simple joys in life. The blessed moments. The things that make you smile and nod. Even when things seem truly dark, the tiniest moment can change the whole perspective. A slight reminder that life is short, that time is to be cherished, and that you can never have enough fun.

 

Today, I feel like giving thanks. I was down on Wednesday...just feeling the weight of all my stress. My burden was heavy. But two days of the small things...and I'm lighter and happier.

 

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