Blonde, Sweat & Wine

Today was the big day! I got my insulin pump! This has been a total nerve racking thing for me, for almost 31 years I have been a pretty much carefree person. Today I struggled a little when I was with the trainer learning about my new sidechick. I've been joking about it lately, calling the pump my second boyfriend and various other humorous outlets to relieve my anxiety. This honestly really tough for me, and I almost think I wished I was diagnosed at a younger age. Just the constant cycle of a diabetics mind Lately, I have felt very irritable towards diabetes and the recent changes I have implemented in my own life. Yes, it will be good in the long run and life will be easier but at the same time it is a massive change. After having it for a few hours, I felt like a little bit of a freak but it is slowly becoming a new norm. I do like that I have complete control over my illness and can modify it if I need to. What a pair these two!! The Dexcom G6 & t:slim X2 Th...

Evidently if you were born between 1981 & 1996, you're a millennial so I figured I would used the "AF" instead of swearing. Do you ever feel like you're just tired of just about everything? Well, that is me the past couple weeks! Just tired of being exhausted with the two consecutive low readings this week between 1 and 4am. Tired of stressing about finances, future & the other F word. Just wanting and needing a break before hitting the ceiling?? Well, welcome to my world this MONTH! Last week, I had one of those good cries. One of those turn the music up, run the bath, wine induced, good Lord save me cries. Where you feel sorry for yourself, want to change everything and move out of the country to your own island moments. This is something most women do on a random basis and, to be honest, it is extremely healthy. I mentioned the "Pancreas Pals" podcast last post and it has truly helped me so much mentally. https://pancreaspals.com/catego...

As promised, I am blogging more but this post is truly a vent post so prepare yourself. I am an type one insulin dependent diabetic, I need the crap to live. Well, recently I change insurance and I guess I didn't read all the fine print because a 90 day supply of the junk is...prepare yourself...$1000! Yep, you read that right! A grand to have insulin for 90 days! So obnoxious, with insurance! Oh and with a discount card it's just $901. My good Lord! So all this occurring tonight caused some lovely uninvited anxiety which then sent me back to where this all began. I am still angry as hell about the sequence of events and I would love to know what God was thinking when he gave me this plan. Now I know people have harder situations and whatnot but sometimes I just want to bitch about how I didn't accomplish my goal, how I'm still a little pissed when people make condensing remarks regarding my size and what I eat. It doesn't get easier, you don't get used to ...

There is just something about my mama's cooking that made a normal Wednesday feel like a special occasion. Growing up, Spring was signified by a surprise of two strawberry pies in the fridge after school. One for us, one for a family member, sometimes three or four more just because my mom loves gifting with desserts! Lately, I have been dying for my mom's strawberry pie. Mainly because she flaunted that she made some the other day and it's all I can think about. I haven't had it since my diagnosis and I really hated the fact that the recipe contains 1 cup of sugar AND strawberry jello. Definitely a no-go for me! So I made it low-carb! Unfortunately, Brad was not a fan, but that just means more for me! I will acknowledge that the change the "diet" products was tough but now that I'm used to it, most things are just too sweet. I am looking forward to devouring this pie all week long!! Right outta mama's notebook! I substituted Stevia for the suga...