On this day I can’t help but think about my late mother. For one thing, she had diabetes and didn’t watch her diet. She baked a lot and then would eat her baked goodies, even after being diagnosed. She has never counted carbs and would usually eat a piece of her cake, then another one while saying, “It’s okay if I eat a little bit.” Her understanding of “a little bit” was incomprehensible.
I wonder if diabetes management was different back in the 1990’s. My mom clearly had no idea of what she could and couldn’t eat. I don’t think she even had an idea of what diabetes was. She was stubborn and opinionated. I know it’s not a nice thing to say about a mother especially on this day, but let me just say she had problems. And leave it at that.
Fast forward to today. I decided not to be like her for a number of reasons, with diabetes control being one of them. I am watching my carbs, I’m exercising when my back is not killing me, I am independent despite rheumatoid arthritis that had put my hands out of shape. The right one is worse, and with my luck I am right-handed. On my good days, I can write if I take my time. Typing away on the keyboard however, is no problem. Regardless, I can do everything independently and am proud of myself.
Thanks for reading my rant.
Happy Mother’s Day to all!