Diabetic to Dietetics

I don’t know why I didn’t put up my hand. I don’t know why I didn’t ask the question filling my brain the entire time she was talking. I’ve rarely…

Pizza, it is the bane of existence for diabetics the world over. The taste, a garlic-infused crispy crust, savoury tomatoes and fungi, oozing mozzarella, and the spice of the carefully…

Today I quit. It’s not a territory I am all that familiar with. Sure, a couple years ago I quit a career, but that was with a new one in…

Alright eyes, we got this. Don’t let me down, eyes. This year is our year. Got it. Alright, let’s DO this. That was the pep talk my lovely, grey eyes…

Dear Little Ring, Yesterday I was having an absolute crumb of a day, so blah, so lethargic, so lacking motivation. I couldn’t figure out why, and then, it struck me.…

Ohhhh, the déjà vu. 2011: I was training for my second marathon, and struggling with a sore ankle every time I ran. I spent months in physiotherapy with no relief.…

I should have written every blood sugar reading down. I should have noted my basal rates going in, and my basal rates leaving. I should have kept tabs on my…

I didn’t want to call him. Big Ring was expecting it; I know he was. He didn’t say he was, but the implication was there. “This is the way you…

Third Time Lucky. It took three rides on the bike before I managed near blood sugar perfection. All the rides began around the same time, a few hours after breakfast,…

Hello World, it’s me, PoP… you know, the one who used to blog all the time, sometimes five times a week, but who has been rather, ahem, silent, incognito, non-existent…