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The beginning of the end. And the end of the start(ing).

Well Hello Followers.  Welcome to the wonderful world of my super crazy and amazing life.  I suppose you want to start with the beginning.  Sorry.  No can do.  That was almost 40 years ago and way too much info and not all of it all that clear.  I won’t even bore you with starting at the beginning of my diabetes diagnosis.  I will start with the basics.

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My crazy family. Aren’t they adorable?

I am almost 40 years old. (Didn’t any tell you it was rude to ask a lady her age?) I have a wonderful husband of 15 years.  Two kids. (I could use all kinds of different, typical adjectives describing them.) Two dogs. And Type 2 Diabetes.

There are other diagnoses in there, but that’s the big one. The biggest one.

I was diagnosed in 2007.  I went through all the typical feelings and phases.  Over time I became complacent.  I didn’t want to have to live my life constantly worrying about everything.  I stopped doing everything I needed to do.  Which, of course, led to serious issues.  Loss of feeling in my feet.

In October 2013, I stepped back up to the diabetes plate.  I got myself back to my doctor and did she ever have scary news for me.  My A1c was at a very impressive 12.1%.  Wow! Pretty good, huh?  I needed a change.  And change I did.

In the matter of 3 short months, I managed to get my A1c down to 5.7%.  I had completely up ended my life.  Changed everything that I was doing and eating.  It was something I could not keep up.  It was great to know that when it came right down to it, I could do what needed to be done.

I guess that brings me to now.  I have been doing really good at balancing what i need to do with what i want to do when it comes to my health.  I know more about how to eat, when to eat, and what to eat.  I know that I should be exercising more than I normally do.  But I am a normal human being, and I fall often. I have my bad days (weeks or months) the same as every other person out there.  No one is perfect.

And that all brings me to the title of this post.  I am not starting again.  We’ve all done that too many times.  Every new year.  Every time the season changes.  This time I am done starting.  I am ending.  I am ending the idea that this is a new start.  It’s not.  It’s a continuation of figuring out how to live life to the best of my ability.

Welcome to my blog.

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