Hallelujah! I survived my shots! No more “active volcano”, and I have the full use of my arm again!
If I were working a nine-to-five, I would have had to take last week off, which is unconscionable to me. I don’t like being incapacitated, which is why I’m kicking and screaming my way through my forties.
In any event, I’ve made it to another September, and I will be celebrating my birthday ALL month—because I can.
Up to now, celebrating my birthday included eating everything I want without apology. Well, that has to change. I love to cook more than I love to eat, and that is saying something. My challenge is to be a diabetic foodie who doesn’t undo herself like Paula Deen. I want to do this thing right, but I want birthday cake! And chocolate! And red velvet cake ice cream!
I’m even researching “diabetic friendly” snacks and desserts, like Glucerna’s “mini-treats”. I just tried some today. They should rename them “Scooby snacks”.
Insert scream here.
I’ve got 23 more days to figure this out. In the meantime, I’m taking my meds, checking my numbers, and I even swore off my go-to ginger ale. I really am happier than I seem. Really.
