Well, I just found out that I'm part of a club I never wanted to join, but that I knew the likelihood was high that I would.
I found out for sure this week that I'm a diabetic. Or do you just say, "I'm diabetic"? See, I don't even know the right lingo yet.
My late father was diabetic (although that's not what claimed his life), my brother is, and a host of relatives and ancestors. For years, I knew I was at risk, and I had great intentions of being proactive and preventing it. Unfortunately, my efforts were sporadic and inadequate.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Teri, who lives in Tennessee, was here for the weekend. Teri just found out a few months ago that she is diabetic. She kept bugging me to take my blood sugar, and I kept resisting. I guess a part of me thought that what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me.
Now I'm thanking God that Teri insisted. My blood sugar was very high. I made a doctor's appointment, and I'm now taking medication for Type 2 diabetes.
Since that high blood sugar count a couple of weeks ago, I've drastically changed my eating. I've exercised almost every single day, and I'm taking apple cider vinegar morning and night.
On Friday, I went to a diabetes educator. She was wonderful. She explained in detail the way I would need to be eating to control my diabetes. I was given a glucometer and taught how to use it.
So far, my blood sugar numbers have been very good...well within the acceptable ranges.
To be honest, it's a little overwhelming, I find myself getting emotional, because this is something I really didn't want.
But you know what? I'm viewing it as a challenge. I'm going to do everything I can, with God's help, to control this. I would love to someday be able to get off the pills, and that's my goal. I'm grateful that a friend cared enough about me not to take "no" for an answer. And I thank God that now I have the chance to make some real changes in my diet and exercise, that will benefit me in every way.