Lately, I have found myself saying and
thinking lots of things that begin with, I used to…
I used to be able to eat bread
now and then without spiking too terribly.Now I can’t.
I used to be able to take a
higher-than-it-should-be glucose reading down to normal just by walking on my treadmill.Exercise still does great things for my blood
glucose but it never takes me down to normal any more.
I used to be able to bounce back
from over-eating and get back on track without issue.Not so much these days.
I used to be able to shake off
the blues and get over it within a day or so.Now?Meh.
I need to get passed this
ridiculous habit of wishing for what used to be and grasp the reality that my
diabetes has progressed.I also need to
I used to be able to touch my
I used to be able to stay up
half the night and still function the next day.
I used to be able to get up off
the floor without grunting.(I can’t
believe that I just admitted that I grunt/groan when getting off the
floor.Hey, at least I can still do it
on my own!)
I used to eat a waaaaay too much
pizza at one sitting.That’s not
something to brag about.
My point is that things
change.My diabetes has changed and I
need to get a grip and deal with that fact instead of wishing for things that
used to be.I’m still struggling more
than I’d like but, dammit, I don’t intend to give up the good fight.I have tools.I have skillz.I intend to keep
using them and I will, again, kick diabetes’s butt.(You have no idea how much better I feel
since I wrote this.Score!)