Diabetes runs in both sides of my family, I have always known there was a possibility that I would develop it. I had Gestational Diabetes with 2 out of 3 pregnancies but it went away after I gave birth. Well, this last time I really really wanted to believe it did. In April of this year they told me I was “pre-Diabetic” and gave me a prescription for Metformin. I didn’t take it very seriously, I mean my numbers were only a little high. In June we made a big move and my diet went to shit and I was without insurance until December. During this time, I didn’t really think much about my health, it was a very busy time. I knew I was exhausted all the time but I chalked it up to stress. The last few weeks it’s gotten worse and worse and I began experiencing foot pain and numbness in my hands. On Christmas Day, I checked my blood sugar and I was at nearly 500. I checked a few times over the next 48 hours and even my morning fasting numbers were in the high 300’s. It’s weird, it’s kinda scary, but it also doesn’t seem real. I look the same. I don’t suddenly feel different. It’s a difficult diagnosis. Unlike many conditions it doesn’t seem that serious. But it is. I know it is. And I have to make some big changes to ensure I’m around to see my babies grow up. This is going to be extremely challenging, especially considering Al is not going to change his eating habits along with me. My sister in law says she’ll do the diet with me, so that’s going to be an amazing support and I love her for offering to do it with me. It’s still going to be super tough though. I love food, good food, tasty carb loaded food and saucy sauces with lots of sugar. Oh well, time to grow up.
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