Boy, How Things Have Changed
I take my time with just about everything now and it’s not because I’m into “self care.” If I rush out the door and don’t have everything I need it’s a disaster. People say they admire my discipline. But the truth is … if I could drink martinis and pig out on ice cream I would.
So do I believe in fate? Not really…. It’s like you get what you get. And YES I’m angry enough about the unfairness of it all to punch a wall. But I also feel grateful.
Before my diagnosis there was no off switch. I was used to doing, eating and behaving as I saw fit. I made up my own rules and lived my idea of what it meant to be healthy. I ignored the medical establishment and put my faith in things that eventually wore thin. That’s not to say that I don’t use alternative health and healing methods to accompany my allopathic regime. It just means I’m no longer hiding in the cupboard at the thought of taking a Panadol.
And Gratitude has been a big plus in my life. Everyday I literally imagine humbling myself at the unknown machinations of creation. There are some things that can’t be answered.
Understanding that I’m not alone in having unanswerable questions makes things easier to bear.
But that doesn’t mean that some days aren’t crappy. So … If you don’t feel like being grateful or couldn’t be bothered with self care and wind up telling your friend to go jump in a pond because they’re just not getting it?
You’ll survive …
With great respect … Rachel
Check out her blog HERE for yoga tips with diabetes
Read I Just Want to Be Normal by Dana-Maxx Pomerantz.