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Dear Friday Bagels,

I know you don't mean any harm. You're brought in by a fabulous office manager, all warm and tastefully arranged on a plastic platter in the kitchen. Egg bagels, pumpernickel, whole grain, poppy seed ... and the ultimate: everything bagel.

You are round and soft, anchored on either side by cream cheese and butter. You call to me as I sit at my desk:

"Kerri ... hey! Come over and maybe have a half?"

But Friday Bagels, you are not my friend.

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When life hands you low blood sugars, eat a bag of sugar on a stick made of sugar.

"Enjoy this moment," I told Charlie. "It's not going to happen too often."

I handed him a Fun Dip (his first ever) from his untouched Valentine's Day stash and watched his face light up like the sun.

"Mmmm," Charlie said. "I can see why people like these."

Hockey and Bagels

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Are you ready for some football? I know I am! If you're expecting a child with diabetes at your Super Bowl party this year, you've come to the right place. You don't have to "fumble" with recipe ideas just because a diabetic is coming over.  You'll score a touchdown with these quick and easy Super Bowl Bites that are delicious and more importantly, sugar free!

To throw a successful Super Bowl party that is fun for everyone (including the diabetic), you don't have to have candy and pie. There are tons and tons of other none-sugar options. When I think Super Bowl, I immediately think of the iconic sub sandwich. Call it a hoagie or a grinder or whatever you like, but nothing says Super Bowl like this traditional sandwich. Best part about it. No sugar. Just bread and cold cuts. Let your little diabetic go back for seconds. Heck! Why not thirds?

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It was a crazy morning complete with me trying to reschedule a meeting about 850 times because I booked the wrong room yesterday, bagels and fruit to celebrate a co-worker's one-year anniversary and an unexpected low that I didn't feel until after I had treated it. Man how those suck.

Thanks to the mid-morning bagel and wanting to get a project done before lunch, I went to the cafe in the other building about an hour after I usually do. I expected to have the place to myself and I was right for the most part. There was a woman sitting at another table who I have seen before. My company is on the small-ish side, so I may not know everyone, but I've at least seen most people.

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I feel extra different today.

I think all people with diabetes feel like this every once and a while. That feeling of being different or just feeling like no one understands.

Seeing the candy jars on desks and the bagels in the break room don’t help. Seeing people walking in from the kitchen with a bagel covered in cream cheese and raving about how delicious they are gets to me.

At least it is getting to me more today.

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As in, before I was diagnosed with diabetes.

Before I had diabetes, I didn't have to worry about eating a hamburger, pizza, Fettuccini Alfredo, or my favorite restaurant "cajun pasta" dishes. Now, any version I make at home is significantly modified to eliminate refined flours, reduce fats, and raise the vegetable count. You can hardly find the pasta in any of my "pasta" dishes.

Before I had diabetes, breakfast was a pint of orange juice and a bagel with cream cheese. Now, bagels are eaten in parts, and orange juice is a special-occasion item: a quarter bagel is one carbohydrate exchange, and a cup of orange juice is a huge portion of the daily calorie count.

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I have never been a morning person. It's always been difficult for me to wake up in the mornings. In fact, I remember in elementary school my mom putting my alarm clock across the room so I'd have to actually get out of bed to turn it off; the theory being that if I was out of bed to turn off the alarm I'd be more likely to actually stay up. Can anyone guess how well that worked?
 

Remember my struggle to push myself to get out of bed at 5:30 to get my exercise and how I had a string of bad luck with alarm clocks? In that life, I lived just four blocks from work. So getting up at 5:30, exercising, showering, eating breakfast, getting the kids to daycare and getting to work around 8:45 a.m. or so was completely possible without rushing.
 

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Surely, I thought when Toohey beeped at me mid-morning, it was one of those random beeps that I couldn't explain. Maybe even a no-delivery message.

"LOW RESERVOIR" was not what I wanted to see. With my new job in a new city, my commute is no longer just four blocks. Now I'm an hour away from home. I can't just scoot out for a few minutes if I forget something.

I scrolled down; 7 units would barely get me through lunch. I kicked myself because this morning before I left for work I checked how many units I had and knew I wouldn't be able to make it through the day. I made a note to stick a reservoir and a bottle of Novolog in my purse so I could make the change this morning when I ran out.

Clearly, I forgot.

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On June 13, 2010 at approximately 12:54 PM Eastern Daylight time, I rode through the "finish" arch at Verizon headquarters in Basking Ridge, New Jersey, completing my first-ever Tour de Cure.

It was hard -- about as hard as I thought it would be, and harder than I'd been prepared to handle. At the same time, it was one of the most incredible experiences I've ever had.

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