I hate my stomach. My midsection is something I constantly struggle with. I wake up every morning, lift up my stomach, observing it in the mirror for several minutes at a time.
*sigh* Another paleo blog. *sigh heavier while simultaneously rolling eyes* What is paleo? (click that) The intent of this blog is not to explain what paleo means or what the diet entails (ok fine, in one sentence: I can't have any of the main food groups: melted cheese, garlic bread, or Half Baked ice cream). This [...]
We live in a world that's made up of 1.25 million type 1 diabetics. At one point, you probably have sat next to someone at a bar who injected themselves with insulin before indulging in some nachos or possibly walked by somebody at the beach with a pump affixed to their stomach. The diabetic community [...]
Life has been different, sort of. For the first week, I was sad. Well, more like f*cking pissed. I was mourning the loss of my perfectly healthy body and viewed my new diagnosis as something that would hold me back. I feared eating, running, and taking my medication because I was afraid of failing. I [...]