Denial No More

Apparently, I've been living in denial for quite awhile. Not that that's always a bad thing. There are some things that are really helped by denial ... like that fantasy, way back in the prehistoric part of your brain, that you still look as good as you did in high school. Or the nagging sense that maybe, just maybe, your husband is cheating on you.

Okay, okay. Maybe that last example wasn't a good one but it really helped me when I was living it.

Anyway, my denial about the Type 2 diabetes that runs through my family is over. My mother had it. Her grandfather had it. My older daughter has it (although hers morphed from gestational diabetes).

So now I've been diagnosed. And now I have to figure out what to do about it.

Because I've always been that type of person. I don't just allow things to happen to me ... I plan, I plot, I take action.

Who am I kidding? Not me, anymore.