It Is Time To Talk About Diabetes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                               I have type 2 diabetes.  I don't talk about it; I live with it.  The thing is, darlings, I never thought I would get it.  Oh, I know, it is in our family, but with heart problems and seizure disorder I did not need another health issue heaped upon me.  Or did I?

                                Now, I wonder if youthful indulgences, or not pursuing them, would have made a difference in whether or not I would have gotten type 2 diabetes.

                                 I can't say I was a sweets junkie, but like any kid, I would occasionally eat Trix, put sugar on my Cheerios or oatmeal, and enjoy the occasional candy bar; my two favorites being Three Musketeers, (I knew it was a candy bar before discovering it was a novel!) Mounds and Almond Joy. I drew the line at Lucky Charms; I tried them once and they tasted awful. Better to put Kraft Mini Marshmallows in Cheerios, if one wanted the Lucky Charms experience.

                                  When I was single, living on the edge, and not having AC in the Summer--although I had a floor fan, that I would put a container of ice cubes in front, replicating Blanche Du Bois--I often had sleep issues.  So, certainly not every night, but, at least, once a week, I would have a container of Hagen Dazs Vanilla, and I would sleep like a baby.  Had I not, might I have avoided the disease?

                                       I suppose I will never know.  But I do know this.  As I finished the decade of my Fifties, I thought I was free of ever getting diabetes.  But guess what?  It emerged in my early Sixties, and here I am today.  I manage it as well as I can, and there have been no problems, but I am on all kinds of meds, and there are some side effects to taking all this stuff.

                                         I just want to notify others, especially the young, who think it cannot happen to them.  There is also someone in my family who needs to know this, but, alas, I am sure he does not stop to consider all this.  I worry for him.

                                          Having diabetes does not mean stop living, having fun, and enjoying what you eat.  It means making better choices.

                                            I have always had a craving for black and white milk shakes.  Now, I am lucky if I have one a year.  I don't miss them as much as I thought I would.  And my weight has come down, and I have kept it off.

                                              I know, girls, we all want our comforts.

                                             But at what cost, darlings????????????????