At the ripe age of 40 I was diagnosed with Adult Onset Type 1 diabetes. I had all of the usual symptoms: weight loss, fatigue, frequent trips to the boys’ room. Of course, I never thought it could be diabetes; certainly not Type 1.
What will I do with myself when diabetes is finally cured? Simple. I want to become a laziness cop.
A few months ago, I went on (blog) record to share the news that my A1c peaked above 8% for the first time in more than 2 decades. I listed a plethora of possible reasons (better known as excuses) – travel, burnout, stress, junk food, etc… What I DIDN’T do was what I do for a living: profess a solution. Because, quite frankly, I didn’t think I had it in me to stick to whatever I came up with. Now that’s changed.
I think my practice does a pretty good job helping people to meet their diabetes management goals. But quite frankly, my control stinks. My A1c has crept up to nearly 8%, and despite using a pump and CGM religiously, I still experience more than my fair share of lows.