Oh, how I loved Laugh-In.
How in the hell has so much time passed?! It feels like just yesterday I was sobbing in Hannaford's jelly aisle, totally overwhelmed at all the sugar in the foods I loved to eat, completely unable to wrap my head around my brand-new disease, and feeling oh-so-alone and incapable of handling things. And now here I am, writing a dblog post while plugged in to my pump and Dexcom, smugly pleased that the cheese I just noshed should have zero effect on my current smooth-sailing CGM graph.
I love cheese WAY more than Laugh-In. Mmm. Cheese.
Every December 2nd is like my diabetes New Year. I take some time to sit back and reflect on where I am and where I'd like to be, to count my lucky stars for the insurance I have, to toss out a big fat thanks to the cosmos for having people who love me and want me to be healthy and happy. (B, I'm looking at you, dude.) This year, I'm going to embrace the New Year and resolve to:
1. Not beat myself up so much. It's counterproductive, and I'd like to avoid bursting into tears at my next endo appointment when I get good news. (Bad news? No promises. But good news?! That's just ridiculous.)
2. Test more often, and more randomly. My meter is a solid 10-20 points higher than Dex because I test more often when I'm trying to bludgeon my BG down into a normal range.
3. Prioritize staying in touch with you crazy, wonderful, cupcake- and bacon-obsessed DOC folks. It's important. It keeps me focused...but not stalker- or serial killer-level focused. More like a relaxed, calm person who's in control but not insane about it focused.
4. Move more. My BGs will thank me for it.
5. Buy new gear: an updated medical ID tag, and a less fugly meter case.