I was diagnosed with diabetes one week ago today. In that week I've had a lot of time to think about how this disease will affect me for the rest of my life. It's been a time of quiet pondering and thoughtful musing. I have come to some very important conclusions, one of which I'd like to share with you.
I hate people who can eat sugar. Hate.
If the fact that they can still consume pure glucose isn't enough, there are those who blatantly rub it in my face. I just read Wendi Aarons' newest post. Girl Scout cookies Wendi? Really? I might loathe you just a little bit. Or how about DeNae and her month long tribute to fudge? Keep one hand on your mace spray, sweetie. I find that even I am on the receiving end of my bitterness, as I noticed tonight when I discovered several shout-outs to chocolate (heeeyyy!) in some old blogs of mine.
Enough already! Sugar is delicious, especially when mixed with milk and chocolate and more sugar in the form of caramel. And I ... can no ... longer ... partake.
Please do not suggest that I try sugar-free sweets. It would feel like I was cheating on sugar. I'd rather go without than consume a sub-standard substitute for my old friend.
I'd like to note that while I compulsively read both DeNae and Wendi's material, I have never exchanged witty blog comment banter or emails with either. I do, however, hold them both in the highest esteem (hi, girls!) and hope that each of them has a good enough sense of humor to not kick my trash if ever they visit my humble blog.