Recently, I've been struggling with the unending nature of diabetes. Wondering about how I can stay motivated when there's no real ending to this disease in sight. Working hard and remaining vigilant means I feel better day to day and hopefully staves off worse things in the future. But the fact is, that today is now and with so much time having past, an ongoing clarity as to why I do this the way I do it can sometimes be elusive.
When I was first diagnosed I felt terrible. I knew something was really wrong with me so the incentive to take shots and blood tests was very clear in mind. I wanted to feel better, so much so that I was more than willing to take shots and weigh my food and prick my fingers multiple times a day. And once I did these things, the results were dramatic and obvious. I started to feel better immediately. I put on much needed weight. I could make it through the night without having to pee multiple times. And thankfully the demanding thirst I'd battled for months finally subsided. I felt better and I clearly understood in a very primal way, the things I was getting for the things I was giving up.