My dr. asked me the other day how I was handling my diabetes diagnosis. I told her that I’ve been diagnosed for a while now, so why was she asking. She said that many folks get diagnosed, flip out and keep flipping. I told her that I just deal with it and move on. I flipped, got over it and have been dealing ever since. I rationalized that I could have worse things, and indeed I could. And that taking care of myself and this disease is something that will benefit me all around, so I don’t see the problem, as problems go.
Let me break this down for you.
I once was a skinny little twig who could eat anything she wanted. I was encouraged to eat, even engorge myself because I was a skinny little twig. No one taught the skinny little twig about nutrition and exercise. They just told her to keep eating. One day, in her late 20s, the twig was diagnosed with diabetes. Say what?! Yes, the twig didn’t see the connection of both her father and grandfather having the dreaded disease. Even though all three of them were rather slim. Genetics is a b*tch. Anyway, the twig had to learn good nutrition and exercise, even as her metabolism slowed and she was no longer a twig.
So now I try to eat right and exercise regularly. Do I always do this? Heck no. I’ve fallen off of the wagon more times than I can count. I go up and down in weight and go up and down with nutrition, especially when stressed, which is often because complete world domination is stressful business.
So why am I not terribly upset about my diagnosis? Because like I said above, there are a whole lot of other worse thing in the world I could have. Treating my disease makes me have to do right by me, mind body and spirit. I have to be aware of my stressors, and how to counteract them. Which means some serious stress reduction, I’ve cut out lots of people, places and things that cause me stress. I try not to major in the minor, because it will kill me. So basically, if I seem like I don’t care, it’s probably because I don’t. I can’t afford to. I do things that make me happy first. I have to, I cannot worry about what makes others happy, and if they really love me, like they say they do, they will enjoy it as well. It’s almost that simple. I am that chi finder, the chakra aligning, and meditating tree hugger, minus the trees. It’s all Zen for me baby. And when I can’t find the Zen, I put the world on pause until I do. Yes it’s just that important. I try to exercise on the regular, even if it’s just a 10 minute walk around my building, gotta keep it moving, physical stillness is the enemy. And being aware of what I eat, we all know how that goes so I don’t need to elaborate.
Recap, mental stillness good, physical stillness bad. I refuse to let what could kill me, actually kill me.
So how do you deal?
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