The D Word.

Throughout my whole life I have been warned of this horrible disease that aided in the death of my grandparents. I was reminded of it when my brother and my dad were both diagnosed. Every doctors visit would bring it up, and every time I got on the scale I would see it slowly creeping into my life.
I never worried about it, because it hadn't happened to me yet.

 Tipping the scale at my heaviest so far, last week my doctor said that we better get everything checked. I knew that it was coming. I think deep down I have known for a few months now, but like the human that I am, I chose to deny it so that I could continue my sugar- induced coma for a little longer.

Diabetes.

I feel exactly the same as I did 2 weeks ago. Finding out I had it felt much like waking up on one of those monumental birthdays. No change. Just a diagnosis, and a caution to take a pill, lose some weight, and stop eating candy/pop/delicious food.

So what do I do now? Do I let it take over my body and give myself insulin shots a million times a day, so that I can continue my Rocky Road to a premature death? That was my grandma's choice...and we lost her young. Much too young.

NO. No. no.

Today marks my 7th day sugar free, and it has been a tough ride so far.

By sugar free, I don't mean I am giving up bread or things like that, although I will be eating it less often than I do now. I mean no more treats, and no more Pepsi. More fruits and vegetables. Especially vegetables. Less red meat and more chicken and turkey. Less sitting, and more doing.

I needed a wake up call, and I got one.

So now, you get to see another transformation. And although this might be an extra long road, I am not going to let it get me down. I will enjoy this beautiful life and extend it as long as possible. I will share it with you, and become accountable for my actions. I will show you the road I travel down, and hope I touch some other people along the way.

My promises won't be empty any more...you can count on that.