Admitting to the struggles I face trying to manage my diabetes.
April 2012 — November was American Diabetes Awareness Month, and dLife had a campaign that gave those of us with diabetes the opportunity to declare, admit, confess, tell all, and, in other words, "put on blast" our struggles (personal and otherwise) with managing the disease. I found this to be a wonderful opportunity for those of us with diabetes to have a chance to finally show ourselves to be not so perfect with testing, eating habits, making appointments with the doctor, and taking our medications. This is actually the story of my life and the most common theme threaded throughout my history as a writer here for Viewpoints.
It's important to declare whatever it is that keeps you aware of your disease. If you have a habit which keeps you from knowing your numbers, which keeps you up late at night eating sugary snacks, which keeps you away from the test monitor, which keeps you in denial of the disease, which keeps you at risk for complications, then it's time to declare!
It's a vicious cycle. However, this acknowledgment (as perverted as it may seem) is the first step towards better control and towards action that will keep you honest and here for the future. Admitting to our transgressions can and will hopefully promote healthy lifestyle changes, which will lead to longevity, wholeness, and ultimately to happiness and a joy-filled life. Telling the truth is like a reset button. If you can admit to your bad habits to an online community, a friend, and — more importantly — yourself, then there is a chance that you might be willing to make a positive change to impact your disease for good.
Over the years I have admitted to my bad behavior and habits in the column that I write bi-monthly and quite honestly, I think writing for dLife has helped me manage better in some instances because I knew that I would be telling all my business the following month. So, my declaration this time around has been posted for ALL to see. I was extremely nervous about it but I did it for my own sake and for the sake of those that love me. Having posted my video was like "putting my money where my mouth is" and I was anxious, excited, and challenged to say the least.
Click here and take a look!
You will hear me admit to my most recent A1C number, the habits that have me aggravated at best, and the issues that I have been running from (and in denial of) for some time now. I am devastated by own personal journey with type 2 diabetes, but I am encouraged by those who have declared, admitted, told all, confessed, and "put on blast" the things that keep them from quality management of the disease. For at least an hour I watched stories from all over the country, and I must say that after doing so I felt reconnected, strong, and more willful towards managing my disease. Thank you to everyone who contributed to the campaign and I hope that this holiday season we all find better habits and the support we need to "Get it Together, Sugar!"
Got it, Sugar?
dLife's Viewpoints columnists are not all medical experts, but everyday people living with diabetes and sharing their personal experiences, most often at a set point in time. While their method of diabetes management may work for them, everyone is different. Please consult with your diabetes care team before acting on anything you read here to find out what will work best for you.
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