Today I morn the loss of a good companion who has been at my side as long as I can remember. She stayed with me during the good times and the bad. Many nights she stayed up with me when the world didn’t make any sense. When I quit smoking she was right there helping me through my cravings when the patch and the gum wasn’t enough. Then I quit drinking and she fed me sugar to ease my shaking hands and to calm my headaches. I believed in her and in return she made me feel complete.

 

Our friendship seemed to blossom in the last couple of years and now I must turn my back on her for she has done me wrong. She took my love and squashed it and I can’t forgive her for that.

 

I could blame it on myself or my lifestyle, or on the stressors of life, the death of my father, the excuses are many. She was going to remain nameless but I feel I must bring her to the light of day. She has many names and can be found lingering on the lips of many throughout the world. Man, woman and child have fell victim by her touch and yet she is free to destroy at her discretion.

 

Her name is pizza, chimichunga, cheeseburger, pasta, rice, potato and it goes on……So, like millions of other people I have been afflicted with diabetes. No longer am I able to dance with the gooey goodness of deserts, complex carbohydrates and or fast foods. Say goodbye to the nightly ice cream and the See’s chocolates.

 

I curse you DIABETES!

 

I was diagnosed with diabetes this past Friday and the news hit me pretty hard. On the good side for the past couple of days I have eaten a lot healthier and I do feel better.

 

 

 

To be honest I miss the soft caress of my comfort foods lingering on my lips.