I Hate Eating Healthy
A few years ago I discovered that I was given diabetes as a late gift from my motorcycle accident injuries. The symptoms became fairly intense after roughly two years, and I finally went to see an endocrinologist who placed me on insulin and medication immediately. My initial A1C was a dangerous 14.2 during that first visit, but I’ve since brought it down to very good levels. I only take metformin now and I control things otherwise through proper diet and exercise. Kudos to me, I guess. I’ve got to be honest in stating that I really hate being diabetic. It’s a disease that controls your life and shows no mercy when left unchecked. It’s particularly irritating to consider that it came about as the result of damage done to my pancreas during the accident. It just serves to highlight the vicious nature of my accident injuries and helps to remind me daily of the damage done to my body. I get tired of having to watch my diet and exercise, but I particularly grow ti...