5 years ago I was very sick .
I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in September of 2015, even though I knew the month before that something was wrong (See August 2015 posts). I was fairly certain I was diabetic but didn’t want to deal with it. I was afraid.
The last 5 years have been really challenging- my heart and carb-calculating brain go out to all diabetics out there (you are all amazing!). I work really hard to manage my diabetes, sometimes obsessing over it more than is emotionally healthy. I am exercising regularly and have been for the past few months. I am more emotionally stable and physically stronger than I have in a long time…. maybe ever?
A couple of weeks ago I decided to change my mind about this disease. Maybe it is our unknown future, with these months of the Covid-19 pandemic or maybe it was just time. Even though everyone says ‘live your life, don’t live for your diabetes’ it’s a tricky thing to let go of- for me there has been, and still is, a lot of fear about crashing or being unable to handle things that come up in life because my levels are off.
But I decided it was time to stop missing out on things because I was afraid.
I live in a wondrous area in Southern BC that is mountains and mountains and more mountains. Today I did a very challenging hike up onto one of the ridges – 2 hrs of steep uphill climbing. I started bonking really hard, but managed it and later spiked the highest I’ve been in a long time, but managed that as well.
I did it!
