My caintuck must have been showing when I told Randy I wanted to write about type 2 diabetes. He thought I said I wanted to write about tattoo diabetes.
The truth is, I skated RIGHT up to type 2 diabetes. I skated right up to gestational diabetes with my second son and was told then that I should probably be careful, that I was more likely to develop type 2 diabetes.
My numbers hit just a hair below a diagnosis of diabetes.
It was still almost two years before I actually got off my ass to do anything about it.
I’m writing about this because I have two people whom I love very VERY much who have gone past skating up to type 2 diabetes and dove right in. You know who you are. One is young and one, well, she is younger than me..but she is no Spring chicken.
To the young one I say this: You are so beautiful and funny and sweet and I adore you. You will make the most beautiful babies. And when you do? They are going to need a healthy mommy. Please make sure they get one.
To the old one: I KNOW you’ve been working at it. Don’t fucking stop. Because you have a lot of years left in you and I am NOT going to take care of your dumb ass just because you want to drink soda. Cut it out. I love you.
To the rest of you out there who either are already dealing with type 2 diabetes or who are in danger of developing this disease: You can’t fuck around with this.
You just can’t.