It sucks to be told you have a disease then have to wait a full week to even talk to a professional about it. But… Friday was the soonest they could get me in. I’m nervous and scared and this week has gone by sooooooooo slow. OMG. Thankfully it’s fairly early tomorrow morning. I think I shall burst otherwise.
I’ve been feeling pretty emotional all week. Sometimes I want to cry. Sometimes I’m just mad. And then I kick myself and tell myself to get over it. And then I go through a period where I feel like I have a right to be upset and angry.
I am not a big sugar eater. I don’t pork out on junk food daily. In fact, I’m the one who got J to stop putting 40 teaspoons of sugar in his coffee. I’m the one who puts way less sugar in the kool-aid when it’s being made. I’m the one who usually wants to skip the fun little sugary sweets at the store and buy healthy snacks. So I DO get mad about this.
At the same time, I know I haven’t taken the best care of my body. I didn’t eat regular meals. I tended to fast too much. I don’t get enough exercise, etc. But that all is going to change. It has to.
