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My first thoughts were 1. I’m a writer and this will be good practice. (I’d be like Julie mastering the art of French Cooking, trying new recipes day in and day out in Julia and Julie.) 2. I’m a social worker and I’d like to support diabetic sisters. 3. I’d probably learn more about this disease by writing about it. All of the above answers were my intentions when signing the contract to produce a weekly blog. After 48 postings, my answers are the same but have been fleshed out and altered. 1. Writing this weekly blog has forced me to write something new every week. It has given me discipline as a writer just as Julie’s daily cooking gave her the joy of cooking. Thank you, Diabetes Sisters. 2. I’m a social worker and envision part of my job as a lifestyle coach. I like exploring with others how to change wayward habits into good habits, one at a time. I’ve been trained to think this way and wanted to share what I’ve learned. This would be a good mental exercise. However, 48 weeks in a row certainly had me wondering about my judgement. What sane person would agree to do this? However, it forced me to think about new, healthy action steps. Thank you, Diabetes Sisters. 3. My final reason…to learn more about this disease became the real reason or the thread of reality that kept me going. Forty-eight postings later, I realize how much I’ve learned about type 2 diabetes this past year. And as Mary Ellen, my diabetes educator pointed out—“It helped you, didn’t it? Your A1c counts are wonderful.” And they have been because I’ve held myself accountable and been willing to try some new things since writing this blog. Things such as brushing my teeth after meals (certainly cuts down on snacking), byetta (willing to try a new medication), the value of cross training or adding variety to my exercise routines. Thank you, Diabetes Sisters! This leads me to think that perhaps the real question is—Why aren’t we all jumping up and down saying, “Pick Me. Pick Me? I’ll write the type 2 blog.” Contact Brandy. She might have you promise to write for three months and 48 weekly blogs later… One never knows where the “yes” will lead. Thank you, Diabetes Sisters. It has been a good journey and I’m looking forward to seeing everyone at the Diabetes Sisters Weekend for Women in Raleigh, NC on May 22—23. In signing off, I’m sharing a poem I wrote that encapsulates my battle with overeating (A real no-no challenge for this type 2 diabetic). As a writer, social worker, and diabetic sister—I hope you enjoy the spirit of this free verse, or freeing poem. I wish you well in all the pathways that you choose in life. Have a wonderful new year filled with discovery and delight in being alive and managing your diabetes well. Ode to Food Move over platters of food. You are no longer The glittering buffet in my life. We can be acquaintances, but not Inseparable companions. I will not graze anymore. Instead, I will breathe deeply. I will feel anxious, sad, Frustrated, angry, And even joyful Without stuffing myself Comatose by your Perpetual presence. I need S P A C E To feel, Experience Life Fully Unadorned Without whipped-creamed, chocolate sundae celebrations. Or, buttered popcorn, potato chip video feasts for unwinding. Put the hors d’oeuvres, tarts, and petits fours away and… “But,” No buts—let me finish, please. It has taken me forever to confront you. I love you, yet You are the devil’s trident Dipped in sweet and salty disguise. Not good for more than four visits per day. Count them. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Snack. Or, Breakfast. Dinner. Snack. Supper. I will visit you four times a day. No more. No less. No. You cannot visit me. I mean what I say. Too much of you is toxic, unhealthy. You can no longer be a constant companion. I’m sorry that you feel abandoned. I must push away from your tempting smorgasbord.
Throw open the window. Fill the room with new aromas: Fresh-cut grass, Blooming lilacs, marigolds, Drifting trails of wood-smoke. I must hike into a lifeline Of unlimited possibilities. I will no longer Live to eat myself silly. Instead, I will eat Savoring life itself. Carole Calladine
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