Mother’s Day Advice

This has absolutely nothing to do with diabetes.

I know diabetes sometimes has an impact on a woman’s fertility. I am wondering if there is anyone out there–who might read my blog or is a friend of someone who reads this blog–who might advice me on what to do about Mother’s Day for my dear, grieving daughter-in-law.

Those who read this blog know that my son and his wife had a baby, Anna, last August and that she was stillborn. As Mother’s Day approaches, which happens to fall on my son’s birthday (yes, Anna’s father), I find myself struggling with how to handle it. I have reassured both my daughter-in-law and my son over and over since this tragedy occurred that they are still parents despite their horrible loss. And they are. But how does one go about celebrating a day like Mother’s Day when the loss is still so fresh? Should I get her a card and flowers, should I be more subtle and just send a nice email with a poem or something, or do I not do anything at all?

I’ve never experienced a loss like this and don’t really know anyone else who has. Any advice someone could give would be greatly appreciated.

I love my kids. I don’t want to be a source of added pain to them….

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The Insanity of Health Insurance Premiums

My husband separated from his job–a very complicated situation that I won’t go into here–and we lost our health insurance as a result. I freelance, and I make enough money to pay the majority of our bills, so financially it won’t have a huge impact for a month or more. But losing the health insurance is devastating, especially with diabetes.

So, as a responsible adult, I went on the Health Care.gov website and learned that we could apply for coverage–with a tax credit to help with premiums–despite the fact that the yearly deadline had passed. I spent more than an hour of my day, time I could have spent working and earning some money, filling out the application. And we were approved for a tax credit of $240 a month (I think), or there abouts, and adviced to buy health insurance separately (for just me and my husband as our financial situation, unfortunately, is dire enough that our two minor children qualify for Medicaid). I looked over the plans, chose two that would work: a bronze for him and platinum for me.

Imagine my shock when I realized that, even after the tax credit, it would cost us $1000 a month for the two plans.

$1000 a month.

I only make $2000 a month. (Well, maybe closer to $3000, but still!)

How am I supposed to feed my kids, pay my bills, and keep my family afloat on half my monthly income?

And the government wonders why most people elected to pay the penalty last year rather than buy health insurance through their program, or some other program.

Who can afford to spend half–or even a third–of their income on health insurance?

When my husband was working, half his paycheck went to the insurance premiums, and that was only $500 a month.

My husband, essentially, works so we can have health insurance.

Am I the only one who thinks this is insane?

New Perspective on Obesity and Diabetes?

Here I go again, pulling things off the internet and commenting on them…oh, well….

Have you heard about Dr. Peter Attia’s talk at TED?

It’s…interesting.

I had a doctor–several, actually–who had the same attitude he admits to having at the beginning of the talk. One even had her own experience with diabetes. My family physician–the one who told me I would only get fat again if she started me on insulin, not concerned, of course, that I had lost 70 lbs without trying after 20 years of trying, and failing, to lose weight–had gestational diabetes while pregnant with her youngest child. She felt that since she was able to control it without any type of medication, everyone should.

When did it become okay for doctors to blame the patient?

Did fat shaming by doctors ever really work?

I want to think that this guy grew a heart and that he might be a driving force behind a better understanding of obesity and diabetes…but…

Is it cynical of me to think that his solution is just the same thing other diet gurus have been throwing at us for the past 15 or so years?

Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that he changed his attitude toward his patient. More doctors need to do that. More doctors need to understand that there is more at work in the diabetic body than the obvious…and to understand that no matter how hard you try, it is incredibly difficult to lose weight while you are injecting 40, 60, 100, 160 units of the fat storing hormone insulin into your body on a daily basis just to live…

We are not non-compliant. We just can’t always be perfect.

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Did I mention the comments at the bottom of this video?

Whilst the world is looking for solutions, I would argue that the sufferer has to do what is practical. To me that is reducing carb intake and if you are T1 or on insulin or sulphonylureas, that means reducing insulin & meds to compensate.

What does this mean, exactly?

Reduce carbs, reduce insulin.

Check.

Does this commenter think we haven’t thought of that already?

A low carb diet does not work for everyone. That, my dear commenter, might be practical for you, but it didn’t work for me.

And…

That said … some have lived less than perfect lives.

I’d surely like to meet the one person in this country who has never had a McDonald’s hamburger, who has never tasted mom’s apple pie, who never sat on the couch to binge watch The Walking Dead instead of working out in the yard or going for a walk.

I would guess that person is sad, lonely, and stressed. And probably still at risk for some chronic disease.

And all this, my dear readers, appears on the same website that recommends you have sex instead of eating your dinner (which actually sounds like fun) or eating with your non-dominate hand (which would be comical, but not fun to clean up) because that would make it so much easier to lose weight….God bless freedom of speech!

Anger

Someone asked me if he could read my blog.

In person.

I have never discussed this blog with anyone, not even my family. They know I have a blog…they know I started it to deal with my frustrations surrounding my diabetes…they know I don’t share it with anyone.

I was a little shocked that someone would want to hear my ramblings, my opinions on this *thing* too many of us live with. It was a sharp reminder that there are other people out there who are struggling, who want to be reminded that there are others who are also struggling.

I am still processing the Unconference. I don’t know how much I want to talk about it here…I have been given an opportunity to share my blog address with the attendees of the conference and I struggle with that choice.

Isn’t it funny? The one thing I thought I wanted was to be heard…to have someone listen to me, to my fears and my struggles, to my frustrations and my pain…and now someone wants to and…

It scares the holy hell out of me.

I sat there at the unconference listening to other people talk about their diabetes for a day and a half. Some of it was amazing…skinny, successful people have actually experienced the same things I have.

But then…

I’m angry.

I looked back on some of my posts and saw how often I grab things from the internet and complain about them. I point out other people’s failings. I argue against the bias that exists in this community…

I feel left out. I feel like people see me and they see everything they hate about their own struggles with diabetes.

We really aren’t supposed to talk about the specifics of what was said at the unconference…but I just…

Don’t these people know, don’t they realize? These people who grew up type 1, don’t they realize that they are not the only ones who struggle?

Do they think they are the only ones who had family members who gave something up to make sure they had what they needed? That it wasn’t just their moms and dads who went without to make sure their child had insulin? What about my kids? What about my four kids who have had to go without things they wanted–things they deserved–so that Mommy could have her insulin?

Do they think there’s a difference between seeing the anger and fear in their parents’ eyes and hearing my ten year old ask if I really have to do “all that diabetes stuff on my birthday?”

I don’t know if I can really be a voice for the diabetes community while I have this anger–this pain that comes from the guilt people, both knowingly and unwittingly, place on me by calling me a Type 2…

And when I hear the angry, frustrated rantings of a type 1 who suddenly learned she might actually be another type, a type more closely related to type 2 as though it changes her reality somehow…how is that supposed to make me, and others like me, feel?

I’m not in the same place as the other people who were at the unconference.

I can’t listen to their stories and not feel pushed aside…

I can’t obsess over changes in my own body, obsess over my fears of complications, and then listen to a facilitator focus on the complications of type 1 diabetes–as if those are different from the complications I might, one day, face. Or know that those people look at me and think what everyone else thinks: that if I experience complications, it is somehow my fault.

And maybe that is my fault. Maybe I see and hear what I want to see and hear. Maybe I assume they are thinking these dark thoughts when they look at me, but really they’re simply thinking about their own pain, their own frustrations, their own lives. Maybe I’m just not ready to accept that there are some type 1s out there who can see past their own experiences and want to try to empathize with mine.

Or maybe I just need to learn to see past my experience–my pain, my frustrations, my disappointments–and learn to empathize with them.

Maybe I didn’t try hard enough. Maybe I didn’t open myself up enough. Maybe I didn’t try harder to connect.

Maybe…

I don’t know what the answer is. But this anger…it’s not going away any time soon.

What I Took from the Diabetes UnConference

This is the second post I’ve written on the Diabetes Unconference. It was such a complex experience that it has taken me several days just to process all the emotions, the words, the experience.

I have never spent time around other adults with diabetes. I have never talked with someone who could nod and say, ‘Yeah, that’s how it is for me, too.’ So, sitting in a large room filled with people who were saying things I have been thinking or struggling with alone for many years was overwhelming.

There were many good and bad things about the unconference. I’m sure I’ll have a lot to say about it in the next few weeks–or maybe nothing at all. But there are two things that I have definitely come away from this experience with that I wanted to share with you, my few, but much appreciated, readers.

First, the biggest thing I came away from this experience with is a new friend. I shared a hotel room with another scholarship winner. This woman was…amazing. I didn’t know what to expect when we first connected via email because her words were simple and to the point. However, from the moment she came into our room, she reminded me of my mother. While my mom and I now have a non-existent relationship, this roommate reminded me of a time when my mother and I were very close. As the weekend proceeded, my roommate shared stories with me. We talked about her life back east, about her family, about the child she had in the 70s before anyone truly understood the impact diabetes has on pregnancy and unborn babies. She listened to my frustrations and the things I wanted to get from this unconference, and I listened to hers. We saw eye to eye on many things and that was the one thing I had wanted most from this experience. I wanted to connect with someone, to feel less alone in this world of insulin, exercise, and diet frustrations. And, thanks to her, I did.

My roommate recently emailed me and said she would always be there for me.

That is huge.

The second thing I came away from this unconference with is the understanding that there are not enough type 2 voices out there. While there were other type 2s at the conference–even some on insulin, which was a wonderful thing for me to see–few of them had a voice. When there were discussions on type 2, most of those who spoke were people with type 1 sharing their views on type 2s. While their views were less hurtful than I expected, it wasn’t what I, and others like me, needed to hear the most. We need to hear each other.

Type 1s are loud and proud. And that’s a wonderful thing. It has created a strong network of advocacy that is helping to promote new technologies and medications that are important to all of us. I am–despite the tone of some of my posts–very grateful to these type 1s. What they do benefits me and those like me.

But there are type 2s out there who are stuck in the mire of the media hype who need to hear voices like their own. A type 2 at the unconference told me some things I needed to hear–such as the fact that this thing is not my fault and it’s okay to be less than perfect–and it made a difference to me and to him.

We need to make a difference to others, too.

I have never wanted to promote the types, to promote the separation that the media exploits, maligns, and allows to create a rift in the diabetes community. We are all diabetics. We all share a similar struggle.

I still feel that way.

But I also see that we all come to this thing from a different place and we need to share our experiences because there are others out there like us–maybe their story is a little different, but basically the same–who can relate and find some understanding and connection in our stories.

So, I come away from the unconference with a new friend and a new commitment to this blog. I had stopped writing here as much because I was falling, once again, into a little burnout. But now…I want to keep telling my story so that maybe someone who is struggling as I am will find some help in just knowing that I’m here, too, struggling in a similar way.

And to my one commenter who was at the unconference–I wish I had felt confident enough in myself to introduce myself to you….maybe next time 🙂

Four Meme

A select group of the blogs I follow have done this lists of fours meme as a sort of break from the usual diabetes related stuff. And I thought it would be nice to actually do something fun on here that might take my mind–and, hopefully, yours–off all my health, financial, and diabetes oriented thoughts. So….enjoy!

1. Four names people call me other than my real name.

  1. Mom
  2. Mom
  3. Mom
  4. Mom (I have four kids and no nicknames….)

2. Four Jobs I’ve Had

  1. Fast food–cashier, cook, prep
  2. Secretary
  3. Summary and analysis writer
  4. Freelance ghostwriter/editor

3. Four Movies I’ve Watched More Than Once

  1. Grease
  2. Dirty Dancing
  3. Ghost
  4. Speed

4. Four Books I’d Recommend

  1. If Tomorrow Comes by Sidney Sheldon
  2. The Odd Thomas series by Dean Koontz
  3. The Stand by Stephen King
  4. The Welsh Princes Trilogy by Sharon Kay Penman

5. Four Places I’ve Lived

  1. California–San Jose (birthplace), Corona, and Pittsburg
  2. Virden, Illinois
  3. Denton, Texas
  4. Odessa, Texas

6. Four Places I’ve Visited

  1. Hannibal, Missouri
  2. Houston, Texas
  3. Medford, Oregon (For my son’s wedding)
  4. Los Angeles, California

7. Four Things I Prefer Not To Eat

  1. Liver
  2. Asparagus
  3. Lentils
  4. Cheese (just recently realized I have a lactos intolerance problem…)

8. Four Of My Favorite Foods

  1. Mexican food (meat/dairy free when possible)
  2. Barbecue (meat free when possible)
  3. Veggies of all kinds (I even like brussels sprouts now!)
  4. Candy of all kind (though not so much lately as I am trying to cut down on sugar these days)

9. Four TV Shows I Watch

  1. The Good Wife
  2. Forever
  3. Longmire
  4. Walking Dead

10. Four Things I’m Looking Forward To This Year

  1. Getting established with a new endo
  2. Finding the time for my own writing–and maybe sending a completed manuscript to a potential agent
  3. Spending time with my kids
  4. Potentially finding a way to get my financial fiasco–uh, budget–under control (can you really call it a budget when its all outgoing, no incoming?)

11. Four Things I am Always Saying

  1. I’m always tired
  2. Don’t hardly think so
  3. Girly girl (in reference to my lovely daughter who just turned 16)
  4. Not right now, I’ve gotta work

A little boring compared to others I’ve read…but there you go.

Vegas and Injuries

Next week is the Diabetes Unconference. I have to admit I am quite nervous about attending….

It has been an eventful few weeks. Beside getting ready for the conference, I managed to end up in the emergency room not once, but twice, in four days. On Valentine’s Day–yes, the most romantic day of the year–I was helping my husband trim a tree in our backyard and, while worrying over him cutting off a hand or foot with the chain saw, I managed to slice my finger open against the sharp metal of the carport roof. So…we spent the evening in the ER where I got 12 stitches. And, of course, it couldn’t just heal like a normal wound. It is now infected and I am on some pretty nasty antibiotics trying to get it under control.

Then, on February 18–which just happens to be my birthday–we were on our way to dinner when I gracefully stepped wrong off the front porch and sprained my foot pretty good. No break, thank goodness. But sore enough that I’ve been off my feet for the last few weeks–not great for that ever present need to exercise for blood sugar control.

I guess flying to Vegas should be something of a vacation. But, here’s the thing: I’ve never flown all by myself. I’ve never gone on a vacation by myself. I’ve never had to deal with other people all by myself.

As some of you might have guessed, I am something of a recluse thanks to my work as a freelance writer/editor. I don’t go out of my way to talk to other people in real life. In fact, it has been a long time since I’ve put myself in a position that I had to interact with strangers–either than the usual grocery store clerks and waiters–and never without my husband or my children around me. Therefore, this conference is going to be quite an ordeal for me.

To add to that–I’m flying Southwest. Southwest is one of those airlines that often forces random fat people to buy an extra ticket on their flights. I’m not exactly skinny–at 245 pounds, I could quite possibly fall onto their fat detecting radar. What do I do if I get to Vegas just fine, but they won’t let me fly home? I’m going to this thing thanks to a scholarship–I can’t afford to buy another ticket.

I might just be walking the 917 miles home…..

Diabetes in the Media–aka Type 1s Dissing Type 2s Again

So, I’ve been pretty quiet lately. I think I’ve posted maybe twice in the last six months. I’m not a very good blogger and never pretended to be a diabetes advocate…it seems to me blogs get pretty boring when bloggers decide they are Health Care Advocates

I don’t like talking about myself–funny, I know, seeing as how that’s what people do on blogs. I’m something of a hypochondriac and I prefer not to get buried too deep in my own head. But when I’m annoyed…I really need a place where I can get up on my soap box and scream at the world. That’s what this blog is becoming and, well, I haven’t been that annoyed lately because I really haven’t been reading my blogs and websites much in the last few months. I have better things to do with my time than to waste it on diabetes.

But, somehow, diabetes always seems to seep back in.

The media is my number 1 pet peeve. The way they imply that only fat, slovenly, hamburger-eating people get diabetes is so far beyond annoying that I can’t even explain how angry that makes me. So, when I was watching My Big Fat Fabulous Life this past week and watched as the star of the show, Whitney, was told she had pre-diabetes and she absolutely fell apart and decided she couldn’t move out of her parents’ house–I wanted to throw everything within arm’s reach at the TV. So much for breaking stereotypes and showing the world that you can be obese and still live a fabulous life! No…of course they couldn’t avoid the stereotypes and the misinformation….they had to show the world that yes, fat does equal diabetes.

Thanks a lot TLC!

And then on my favorite website (that’s sarcasm, ya’ll), Diabetes Daily, there was a post by Elizabeth Snouffer that railed on and on about how type 1 diabetics should not be put into the same pigeon hole as type 2s. I am so tired of this argument! Why do type 1s get to whine and cry, but us type 2s–those like me who can’t cure our diabetes with diet and exercise–who happen to live our lives exactly like those much suffering type 1s are supposed to suck it up because we did this to ourselves? Did we? Did I choose to live my life injecting insulin 4-6 times a day? Did I choose to worry about little changes in my health to the degree that it almost becomes an obsession? Did I really sign up for the possibility of complications and the possibility of an early death? If so, I wish someone would tell me when and how so that I can go back and change it!

In her post she says:

My diagnosis of type 1 diabetes was inherently traumatic and life-changing, please don’t confuse it with type 2 diabetes Allow me the dignity to define my disease as I call it.

First, let me say that any chronic illness diagnosis should be dealt with on a personal level because it does impact first and foremost the person who has to live with it. It is life-changing, whether it be diabetes, arthritis, cancer, or PCOS….anything that impacts your health is traumatic and life-changing…I’m not criticizing that part of the above statement.

However, I do take exception with the part that says “do not confuse it with type 2.”

Does she think that a diagnosis of type 2 diabetes is less traumatic? Either way, it’s still a chronic illness…and at least she didn’t have the stigma of having caused this disease herself balancing over her head. I bet the nurse who cared for her didn’t look down her nose at her, speak to her in quick, cursory statements, or avoid speaking to her altogether because she was so disgusted by the sight of her….I bet her doctor took more time to explain things to her rather than hand her a form for the diabetes education class and tell her to come back in six months…I bet the nutritionist at her diabetes class didn’t glare at her when she asked how many grams of carbs she was supposed to eat per snack and then tell her that she probably shouldn’t be eating snacks at all, in front of the entire class, including her husband….Shame. I bet she wasn’t forced to feel shame upon her diagnosis like so many of us type 2 diabetics.

I bet she didn’t cry for weeks afterward, so convinced that it was her fault that she had this condition that she couldn’t stand to look her husband in the eye for the guilt of everything this chronic illness was going to do to their finances and their family dynamic.

Not distinguishing between types is very uncool, not smart and hurts public awareness about both diseases.Period.

Okay. So lets name each and every nuance of diabetes. Type 1 and Type 2 don’t work apparently, thanks to the media associating all diabetes with fat, slovenly lifestyles. Or, like a recent article I read, with early death as a teen. Juvenile-onset diabetes doesn’t work since more and more type 1s are being diagnosed as adults. There’s MODY and LADA and all those other types that begin as type 2 but become type 1 somewhere along the way (and aren’t those patients so relieved to have the stigma of the type 2 label taken away!)

What if we called them skinny diabetes and fat diabetes? Or maybe self-inflicted diabetes and totally-not-my-fault diabetes? Would that make everyone happy?

I would just like, for once, for some type 1 with an attitude like this to tell me where I fit in.

I use insulin.

I have highs.

I have low–lovely lows in the middle of the night with little to no awareness…anybody ever heard of Dead in Bed syndrome? Are you the only one afraid of it?

I have to check my blood sugar 5-8 times a day.

I have to pay for my supplies–and I had to give up my pump because I couldn’t afford the deductibles on my insurance….

How am I different from this Heath Care Advocate?

I get that type 1s aren’t getting the press they want–and probably deserve. But you know what? As a type 2, I don’t particularly like the press we’re getting, either. Type 1s are more than welcome to take over the spotlight, to take in some of the good and the bad that comes with the misinformation that the media loves to spread….

Or we could just try to educate people with the truth. Wouldn’t it be better to stop pointing fingers, to stop this my-diabetes-is-worse-than-your-diabetes game the type 1s are playing and actually do something to change the way the public views diabetes?

Updates, Diabetes Burnout, and Other Nonsense

It’s been a while since I posted on here. Sorry…

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season. I know the holidays can be quite challenging to those of us dealing with this lovely condition…I think my biggest challenge–next to the financial challenge of buying presents for everyone!–was meat. I have been eating vegan since late July, early August. Although I occasionally have meat when we eat out–and I had turkey on Thanksgiving, because, what is Thanksgiving without turkey?–I try to stick to a low fat, meatless, mostly dairy-free diet. But I ate meat on 7 out of 18 days…its hard to avoid certain foods on the holidays. Partially, because meat is a staple of the holiday meal and partly because there are those in the family who have certain expectations and its hard to let them down. But I fully intend to get back on the wagon now that the holidays are over…my stomach and all its unusual problems will surely appreciate it!

Since the last time i posted, this happened:

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I don’t know how well you can see it, but that knobby end of the infusion tube is supposed to stick into the insertion set, but it somehow managed to fall out. I’ve never had that happen before. But I guess if it can break, it will….

Speaking of which, today I will stop using the insulin pump.

For those of you who are not aware, my family lost our house when the school district bought it to expand the school campus. We moved 150 miles from our hometown and, in doing so, we got a completely paid off house, but my husband had to take a huge cut in pay–he essentially works for the insurance. So, I was unable to pay the deductible on my infusion sets and will no longer be able to order new ones. Until I can figure out how to come up with the money, or find other means of getting the infusion sets, I will have to return to MDI.

I was pretty upset by the idea at first. But now…I have to admit that both methods are quite time consuming and can be intrusive. The pump is less so as it does all the important calculations for me, so less thought goes into bolusing. But the pump can often get in the way–ie, doorknobs that reach out and grab you or dresses without pockets that pose a function problem–and rolling over at night to get smacked in the face with a pump attached to the front of a loose fitting nightgown is never fun.

I’ll miss my pump. I think it improved my diabetes control. But, perhaps, getting back into MDI will force me to pay more attention to my diabetes care, my diet, and my basic daily routines. And, hopefully, it’s only for a short time.

Anyway…I went to the doctor a few weeks ago and got all my blood work done. Most everything came back well. My overall cholesterol was 160, which made me extremely happy. But my triglycerides were high and I could improve my HDL a little…my A1C was a little higher than I like, but better than it had been, so that’s a good thing. My thyroid was really low, too, which could explain my recent bout of burnout and desire to sleep ninety percent of the day away.

The only thing that really concerned me about my blood tests–and something the doctor failed to comment on–was my GFR. It was 79. Not extremely low, but a little low–and considered stage 2 kidney failure on some websites (the Internet is a wonderful thing for hypochondriacs, isn’t it?)–not something to panic about, but something to keep in mind. I think the doctor failed to comment because there was no protein in my urine and my blood proteins were all low. I’m wondering if that’s because of my diet? Not sure, but something to discuss with my new endo when I see her in April.

So, that’s all the news that’s fit to print. Looking forward to the Diabetes Un-Conference in March. For those of you who don’t know, it’s this conference in which diabetics are encouraged to meet and learn from their peers. I’ve never been to any kind of diabetes conference before, so this should prove to be interesting. A good way to start, maybe?

We’ll see….

Diabetes Missed Advocacy

November is Diabetes Awareness month…or American Diabetes Month…or National Diabetes Month…whichever you prefer to call it.

Not everyone is in to advocacy. Not everyone wants to put extra effort into bringing about awareness of this condition to the public, to loved ones, to anyone who cares enough to stop and listen just because the government has declared that people should pay attention to those of us with this lovely, time-consuming, life altering condition….

I get that. I’m good with that.

But I have a little problem when people continue to separate themselves into categories and act as though this month is dedicated more to one type over another.

This was in a recent blog about this particular “awareness” effort:

And speaking of well-branded organizations, there’s another point I’d like to make about Diabetes Month: the audience is so broad – type 1, type 2, friends and family, those at risk, etc. – that it’s nearly impossible to speak to all of them at once. I was reminded of this when I saw a new campaign launched recently about America Gets Cooking to Stop Diabetes… Well, folks, that clearly is not even in the realm of possibility when it comes to my diabetes. Sure, I can share, but that’s a particularly polarizing message and leaves too many of us out of the picture during a month that is supposed to “belong” to us?

For those who don’t know, this campaign is:

America Gets Cooking to Stop Diabetes, presented by Sun Life Financial, is an initiative designed to engage people to live a more active and healthier lifestyle, and will empower people to cook nutritious and delicious food, and encourage them to be more active. Each week, the Association will share healthy cooking tips, diabetes and nutrition facts, recipe ideas and more. There will also be a weekly poll where people will vote for their favorite seasonal foods and flavors and the Association will unveil  winning picks to create America’s most popular healthy holiday meal.

Can I ask how America Gets Cooking to Stop Diabetes leaves out an entire group of people? Could this lovely, insightful blogger be suggesting that only type 2s need to learn how to eat properly and be more active? Is she suggesting that only the obese, stereotypical people who give everyone else with diabetes such a bad rep, are the only ones represented by this campaign?

Once again, a strong voice in diabetes advocacy is drawing a line in the sand, pointing fingers, and separating all of us into pigeon holes that not all of us can fit into.

Why is this blogger stepping back, washing her hands of the effort, when this would be a great time to point out to those involved with America Gets Cooking that, although healthy eating habits are awesome for those us trying to control our blood sugar, that this approach might send the wrong message to people who believe in the stereotypes. Instead, this blogger just gives up, throws in the towel, and whines about being “left out”.

Gee, I guess now she knows how the rest of us feel.