So I got a really crappy call from the doctor a few days ago. Turns out that I am diabetic at the ripe old age of twenty-five. Not that I didn't really see this coming, my whole family has it and I have been fighting being overweight my whole life.
Needless to say, I am really heartbroken over the diagnoses. For the past ten years I have fought and cried over my weight and I eat really healthy. No it feels like all this work has been for nothing. The game plan now is to go on an extremely low calorie diet (with a doctor monitoring).
That means I get five to six hundred calories a day. It is really hard, but if I can stick with it I may be able to reverse it altogether. It also means I'm going to be a crabby mess for the next few months. Several women from my Granola Group have offered to take London in the afternoon so I can nap while Zoë does. It has been a lifesaver because I'd have no energy in the afternoon if I didn't.
All of this has been such a shock and I'm feeling very bitter and angry. I know other people have it worse than I do, but I really can't help but ask, 'WHY ME'?
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