"A little bit of OCD isn’t necessarily such a bad thing for a person with diabetes."

So said the therapist to Susanne on the phone as she made an appointment for us to see him next week.

He comes highly recommended from Children’s Hospital. The fact that he’s type 1 is an added bonus. Well, for us. Not so much for him.

Charlie is a really good, sweet kid, but there is no denying, he is exhausting. It often feels like there is eight of him. It’s like that bad Michael Keaton movie – Multiplicity. Charlies are everywhere, wanting something ALL. THE. TIME.

Top of the stairs – "Can I have lunch now?"

In the bathroom – "Can I have a chocolate egg?"

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I am going to begin this, my very first blog post here, with a confession.

I have fallen off the wagon.

Not the booze wagon; even before my type 2 diagnosis in February 2006, my drinky drink days were mostly behind me. (College was fun, from what I remember.) No, the wagon I have fallen off of is the healthy living, weight-losing, diabetic-under-control wagon.

When I was diagnosed last year, my a1c was hovering above 10, and I was about 35 pounds overweight. I was also terrified. I was 38 years old, with that big number (let's call it "thirty-ten") lurking in the near future. My own father died at the age of fifty-one after about twenty years of poorly managed diabetes. I was determined that this wouldn't be me. (READ MORE)