446...a VERY scary moment for me as a diabetic. Talk about a wake-up call. When I saw this number on the monitor, I have to admit, I was pretty scared; shaking even. I knew the repercussions of a number this high and that I literally could have a stroke at any moment. This is my… Continue reading Putting My Carbs Where My Mouth is…Just less of them.
Since my teenage years, I have fought a personal war with food, diabetes, anxiety, stress and did I mention food? I grew up in what I refer to as a "typical food existence" in the 70's and 80's. My mother was a homemaker, and she cooked pretty much every day. Meals would include a meat,… Continue reading The Time Has Come For Me to Stop Eating Like a Raging Lunatic
I have diabetes. I first "acquired" it through three bouts of gestational diabetes. After the birth of my first daughter, I was borderline Type II, but I didn't really take that great care of myself, for a myriad of reasons. So, when I became pregnant with my son, I pretty much had it again as… Continue reading The Circuitous Nature of Self-Care VS Self-Sabotage