Before you read any further, I want you to know that this is not a terribly uplifting post. And I won't fault you if you decide to stop reading now.

One of the worst parts of having diabetes, for me, is how vulnerable it makes me feel. In the past, I've expressed my fears related to this disease on this blog and my personal blog. I am not a person that lets fear deter me. I push on, I make my way in spite of the fact that I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the possibility of disaster that life presents.

But, you know, life with diabetes presents a whole other set of disastrous possibilities. (READ MORE)

I Test. Ring in at a respectable 106 mg/dl. I stand up from the table adorned with "Happy Birthday" balloons. Head to the buffet.

I stare at the spread of food before me. There is a vat of baked macaroni & cheese. There are containers of fatty meats (ham, beef, turkey with the skin still on). There are potatoes, stuffing, and other starchy veggies. And there are desserts. Lots of those. Cheesecake and ice cream cake and white cake, cookies and pastries, pie. I am a little overwhelmed at the size of the spread. Flowing out over three long tables.

My internal mouth is saying, "Fiesta!"

But my mind is saying, loudly, "Jailbait."

Mouth: "Oh, come on, look at it. You've got to take advantage. Have some salad. That'll keep it healthy." (READ MORE)