November is American Diabetes Month and November 14th is World Diabetes Day. I had intentions of blogging about other things today, but I could let down the entire online diabetes community by not blogging about diabetes on D Blog Day.
Dear Diabetes, Hi Diabetes, To the disease it may concern,
What's up Diabetes?
There is something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now.
It's been exactly a month since Grandpa Mack passed away and a little less then 3 months since Grandpa Harer passed. I think Gerry and I are doing a pretty good job keeping it together, but I know underneath the put together smiles, we are having a hard time.
My coping strategy has been just to not think about it. This works pretty well until I start to think about it. Usually the thinking happens, when I am all alone, at my desk or driving in the car. Tonight was a full on cry-fest. I was whining to myself because my ear hurt so bad. It used to be, when I did not feel well, I would call Grandpa, it addition to Gerry, he always knew how to make me feel better. Or he'd irritate me enough that I forgot about whatever I was sick over. And that set it off full-blown tears and sniffles.
Do you watch this show too? It is pretty incredible the weight loss the people on the show have had. With the weight problem that most American's face, I think there needs to be more motivating shows like this. But I think it is important to remember that you do not need a mean overbearing fitness trainer in your face 24/7, or a personal chef controlling your diet, to lose weight.
Some of my favorite strategies for getting in some extra daily movement (aka exercise) are to park at the back of the parking lot at work or the store. Also to take the stairs instead of the elevator.
I try to make healthier snack choices; celery and peanut butter (yes! I actually do eat this for a snack, just ask my office mates) almonds or yogurt (ok, sometimes its frozen yogurt, but still with only 45 calories per serving of plain original frozen yogurt, it is a great choice!)
Bunny came into my life the Easter after I was diagnosed with diabetes in 1986. He was inappropriately dressed in a lavender ladies swimsuit, but Bunny is most certainly male and currently is wearing a pair of Rudolph Reindeer boxers.
Bunny was around when I learned to give injections and I am afraid he may have suffered greatly at my hand. He has been on every vacation, to summer camp and every sleep over. When I began to wear a pump, Bunny also had a pump, thanks to my very crafty Stepdad.
Naturally, Bunny was an important part of my dating life, if a boy could not accept Bunny, that was an instant deal breaker. Fortunately, Gerry loves Bunny and is often seen cuddling him after I get up for work!
Bunny lost his tail in a fight with a german shepherd dog, for a while he was using Rogaine treatments, but he only managed to regrow one single strand of tail, before he gave up. He is balding in many areas and has been restuffed once or twice. Bunny also had his arm ripped off at one point, but I lovingly sewed it back on (upside-down, oops.) There is a marble that lives inside Bunny, it is his most prized possession.
He can usually be found in my bed. So, now you've met the other man.
So it has been a month since I created this blog and I still have yet to decide what type of blog I want it to be; It could be a patient blog, and give the day to day story of my life with T1 diabetes, or my job working within the health care field.
It could be a fashion blog, and discuss my love of clothes and my dream of having a closet to rival Carrie Bradshaw, or my job selling women's shoes at America's favorite department store.
It could be a dog blog, sharing daily quips about my adorable furry children.
Or what if it were a homemaker blog? Chronicling my various attempts at cleaning my house and in general being more Martha Stewart like.
None of these seem to fit what I want to write daily about. There is so much more to me than can fit into any one category. My blog is not able to be categorized, I will not allow it to be put into a little box and labeled as any one genre.