Diabetic to Dietetics

Just like the boy who lived I, too, grew up with scar on my forehead that had a spectacular story attached to it, mind you my story probably wasn’t quite…

Okay, maybe not friend, more like the lesser evil. All week I’ve been meaning to go to the walk-in clinic to pick up a requisition form to get my ankle…

Kate Beckinsale. Katie Holmes. Princess of Pavement. All Katies. All beautiful brunettes. Those of you who read Sunday’s blog post, and looked closely at the photo, past the disgusting toenail,…

When I walked through the doors of the condo last night and Mario announced that he had spent some time on the trainer while I was out at pilates my…

Just when I thought my feet couldn’t get any uglier, my toe goes and falls off … well, the nail that is. Remember these: That happened three and a half…

I’m not gonna lie, I’ve had some doubts, running the marathon doubts, doubts that were hollering in my head last night while running alone in the dark in the nasty…

Taking a trip down memory lane can sometimes be a good thing, sometimes a bad thing, and then there are times when it’s just downright spooky. Today’s trip definitely fell…

Sixteen years. Wow. It’s been that long since I last had someone in the flesh to discuss my diabetes with, a peer who really, truly knew exactly what I went…

Getting back into a routine again is tough. Even though I spent months longing for this day to arrive, and the entire morning this morning singing Back In The Saddle…

Being a rock star diabetic does have its drawbacks – like when you’re looking for medical expertise and the professionals look at you like you’ve got snot hanging out of…

That’s it, I am done with you. I’ve tried to be your friend for 32 years, Mr. English, but the friendliness is gone. I’m tired of your mixed messages, tired…

Today was just one of those days where my inner clock seemed to be off by an hour or two. I blame the recently consistent mid-morning low blood sugars, and…