Six years ago today, I married my best friend. It was a small ceremony, just us, our daughter, the preacher and his wife, in their living room.
It doesn’t really seem like a long time, but then again, time flies.
When thinking of time flying we usually think it happens mostly when we are having fun, but really, fun or not, time still flies.
Being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes in the same year, it’s pretty safe to say that it wasn’t all fun. I’m pretty sure that some days were down right excruciating, feeling poorly, tired, grumpy, very grumpy, made the fleeting moments seem like ages, but the time still flew.
It would be nice to have a time machine so that when hind sight is 20/20, we can just go back and fix the problems of the past, but then again, how would we ever learn?
The past is gone, it can not be altered by anything we do in the present. The present is flying by so fast that it seems to mingle with the future. It’s easy to be swept away in the hustle and bustle that is life, just trying to keep one’s head above water.
Precious time is rare and for the most part, we search for short cuts, quick fixes, instant anything to save a bit of time, rather than savoring the fleeting moments. Oft times we may think to put something off until we have more time, but really, how often have we woken up with a time surplus?
I started writing this morning while May was getting ready for school. I really wanted to express how very important time is, how very important it is to take time to test often and do everything in one’s ability to get control over their own diabetes. Testing or not, time will still fly, but really, I would rather sail on the wings of time feeling good, than wake up one day and realize that the time flew on without me.
I’ve told you before that I’m a bit of a nut case when it comes to coincidence, fate, heebie geebies, what have you. It was sheer coincidence that I had left an old Avenged Sevenfold cd in the player. It gave me the heebie geebies when “fate” (had to be fate, the cd player was set to “random”) played “Seize The Day”.
“Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It’s empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over” (From “Seize The Day” Avenged Sevenfold)
Anyways, Avenged Sevenfold may not be your cup of tea, but that does not make those two lines of the song any less true.
Don’t wait until it’s too late to take life by the horns and live it to the fullest. Rather than worry about how fast time flies, embrace each fleeting moment as if it could be the last. Spend that minute upon waking to test your blood sugar, spend those minutes before and after meals testing, learning what works for you and against you.
Regardless of what we do, time will still fly. We do have a choice though. We can ride the wings of time feeling sick and tired, or we can do something about the sick and tired part and live without the worries of potential complications of diabetes.
While there are many of us fighting our own battle against our type 2 diabetes, testing often, finding what works for and against us, we are really only small armies of one. While I could tell you all day long what worked for me, I can only tell you where to start in your own battle, with your glucose meter. The thing to remember is that there really is no short cut to blood sugar control. No one else can win the war for you, it is your fight and yours alone.
You have your strips and lancets, you only need use them. When combined with a journal of everything you put in your mouth, each battle has the potential to be won. I’ve mentioned before that if a honey bun gives you a PP of 236, maybe cut them out of your life, some things just aren’t meant to be moderated. Besides, what’s better in the long run? That honey bun that was scarfed down in ten seconds or feeling good for an hour, a day, a week, the rest of your life?
Moderation is pretty good when dealing with spending money, but moderation of sugar to a diabetic is akin to having an alcoholic use moderation with alcohol.
Just think about it. The worst thing that happened when I cut sugar out of my life was that I learned that food is not love, sexy, or the “reason”, rather food is just fuel and that flying by or not, time is better spent feeling good than sick and tired.