Type 1 and Me…

Fitness Mermaid Adrienne

I was in denial, and angry, for so long…

When I was 8 years old I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. It was one of the scariest moments of my childhood, mainly because my mom had started to cry right there in the office, and looked like she was crushed. My mom always has, and always will be my rock. This woman is the reason I am alive today, for many reasons. But, I digress.

I have so many memories of doctor’s appointments left and right. Odd feelings, pins and pricks from needles, bloodwork, etc. Feelings of hunger, feelings of “why me?”, “why can’t I eat the yummy foods like all the other kids?”, and feelings of annoyance at the dietary suggestions that were made to me. I will never again eat honeydew melon!

I remember having to constantly do things differently than everyone else. Having to step away…

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