I got a link to an article from ABC News today about Halle Berry. I was encouraged to see that doctors are equally concerned with her claims that she's cured herself of type 1 diabetes.

"Diabetics quickly took to the blogosphere to condemn Berry for claiming that a change in diet could cure Type 1 diabetes, an autoimmune disease in which the pancreas permanently fails to produce insulin, the vital hormone that regulates sugar levels in the blood."
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So I was at work the other day and one of my co-workers and I had the, "diabetes talk". Let's just say she acted as if she knew all about diabetes. I was sitting there humoring her as she dove into topics of nutrition, exercise, and stress. And right as I was about to completely tune her out and continue what I was doing, she caught my attention with a few words that I HAD NEVER heard associated with diabetes. Chromium Picolinate.
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November, 2012

I stopped over at Six Until Me and found all the windows boarded up and the rooms were littered with squatters. Tumbleweeds bounced across the yard. "Kerri who?" they said when I asked of her whereabouts.

Things sure have changed since Halle Berry cured diabetes five years ago. The online diabetes community has become a ghost town of inactive blogs and non-updated web sites. Though it's absolutely amazing to have a cure, the blogosphere frankly doesn't know what do with itself. Some have just vanished, never to be seen again. Some are still out there, staring vacuously at Google search screens, not knowing where to go, like long-time prisoners released back into society. Others have had a harder time moving on and have resurfaced under new management. (READ MORE)

This post by our very own Carey Potash - got me thinking about how I'd feel if we found a cure. I decided to practice how I might bid diabetes farewell - Dear John-style.

Dear Diabetes, (READ MORE)

I am always cold. At night I sleep mummified in a blanket burrito. Sure mornings are difficult since I do not want to face the frigid temperatures that accompany a typical Southern California morning but I do with a chipper grin after just having a wonderful night of deep sleep.

But last night was different. I woke up sweating. I was on fire! Someone must have turned the heater up or something. My wife woke up and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's just freaking hot! What is the heater set at?"

"Where is your machine?"

Machine? I mean, it took me a second to even understand what the heck she was talking about. Did I actually forget that I have diabetes and have had it for 18 years? What is wrong with me? (READ MORE)

I used to really like Dr. Oz. I loved the way his book YOU on a Diet makes complicated bodily functions make sense. I loved his simplistic approach to hunger and satiety, how you can satisfy your appetite centers with something other than food. I loved his easy recipes and simple exercise plan. It's all so, well, simple.

Dr. Oz is really good at simplifying things. Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it's a bad thing. A very bad thing.

I was half-watching one of the morning TV talk shows earlier this week. When I saw the good doctor take the stage I turned up the volume. He was promoting his new book, YOU Staying Young. The segment featured a man and a woman who had followed the plan for three months and not only lost weight, they looked and felt younger and healthier than they had in years. (READ MORE)