Friday, September 29, 2017

Dear Diabetes: It’s not me, it’s you.

Dear Diabetes,

I felt that it was time you and I had a little talk. You see, I’m a bit weary of you. Why, you ask? Let me count the ways.

 Many, many people feel it’s their right to accuse me of inviting you into my life.  They can do it in a joking manner or are downright rude!

I think about you way too much. You don’t deserve that.

You cause me to feel guilty about things that I shouldn’t feel guilty for; things like eating or reading a book instead of going for a walk.

You make me feel bad.

You cost me a lot of money.

You make me anxious.

You cause me to worry about my future.

I could go on and on but I don’t see the point. I wish this was a Dear John letter; a way to get you out of my life, but alas, I’m stuck with you. I just needed to say to you that I’m going to make every effort to remove some of the control you’ve had over me. You see, I forgot for a while that it’s you, not me. I am not the problem, you are. I wish you’d bugger off but I can deal with you hanging around. It’s not like I have a choice. What I can choose is living my life and using whatever tools are at my disposal to keep you in the background where you belong.

It’s not me, it’s you. You are the problem in this relationship. I am the shining star.


Every Person with Diabetes

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Reality Check

I remember an instance as a young girl when I stubbornly refused to do what I knew was right because I wanted things to go my way, and I paid the price. My family was going to go to the Orange County Fair and I was SO excited! I grew up at the beach where I rarely wore shoes if I didn’t have to. I insisted that I was going to the fair barefooted, despite the fact that it was all asphalt and HOT! Of course, Mom said no way. I said yes way. The upshot was that Mom told me that if I didn’t put my shoes on, they would go without me…and they did. I missed the fair because I was stubborn and wasn’t willing to change my ways. I feel as if that young girl has returned.

Yesterday was a really tough day. I ate some stuff that I know isn’t good for me because I wanted it, dammit! The result was a whopping 315 on my meter nearly 3 hours after the meal. Wow. I have NEVER seen a number that high on my meter. Never. I was so appalled and shocked and scared. Then and there I decided to call and make that appointment with a specialist 35 miles away; an actual specialist in diabetes. She would be able to help me straighten this mess out! I called and was told that I had to have a referral and that the soonest I could see said doctor was January. Ugh. The remainder of the afternoon was filled with tears, remorse, self-loathing and pity. Pretty ugly. I felt so sorry for myself and railed against this damn disease. After I settled down a bit, I realized that I was going through stages of diabetes acceptance, very similar to stages of grief. Really? I was dealing with acceptance of a disease that I’ve had for 12 years? It was eye-opening.

When it comes to diabetes, I’ve been pretty lucky. I have been able to adjust my lifestyle and meds slowly and keep my numbers mostly in line. I would have periods of feeling deprived but I was proud of the changes I had made and eventually didn’t miss a lot of the foods I used to crave (except potato chips). Things were rocking along pretty ok and I didn’t have to think about my diabetes much. In fact, I wrote that very thing back in November. In that post I also said: “Someday my blood sugars could go south and my current plan may not work as well. Maybe. If that happens I feel like I’m prepared to deal with it. I feel like I can make adjustments because I already have. I’ve already proven to myself that I can do this.” Reading those words now, only 9 months later, kicked me out of my funk and gave me a little hope.

My doctor wants to “wait and see” and is reluctant to make med changes until things worsen. (ugh). I can’t just go see the specialist like I wanted and fix this issue. That barefoot little girl wants things her way and it ain’t gonna happen right now. It’s time to put my shoes on and get on with it.

I had become too complacent about my diabetes. I let other issues get in front of it and failed to adequately pay attention. Even when things are going well with diabetes, it’s important to watch that you are following your plan. I wasn’t. I slowly fell back in to an eating pattern that made it too easy to eat what I shouldn’t. I was somewhat in denial and thought I was normal. Ha! I’m never gonna be normal and will always, always have to pay attention to what I’m eating. Sad but true.

My body has decided that it’s going to change the game and I need to pay attention. I started yesterday with a slow, short walk on the treadmill to help mitigate that damn high number. I ate reasonably at dinner (my wonderful shrimp stir fry). Today, I’m going to try to get back on track. I will eat lower carb, not highly processed foods. I will get back to regular exercise. I will bake low carb goodies to satisfy me when I need a treat. I will do this, shoes or not, because I’m all growed up now and can make the decisions that are best for me. Decisions that will hopefully allow me to live a longer, healthier life. I’m not going to wait until October for someone else to fix this. I’m going to do whatever I can on my own now and insist on a medication change in October, because quality of life is important. I deserve that. I still hate to wear shoes but I don’t want to miss the fair.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Success and “Not Success”

I was going to title this post “Success and Failure” but this isn’t about failing; it’s about lack of success. There’s a big difference.

People with diabetes work hard to “do what’s right” concerning their condition. We may take the required meds, make changes to our diet, add exercise and seek out support. It takes lots of effort and determination!

Sometimes it can be difficult to figure out what the “right thing” is. What food plan works for me, what medications should I take, what should my numbers look like? There are always lots of people who are willing to give you advice. They might be caring friends or fellow PWD, or they could be people trying to sell you something. The best thing to do is experiment yourself and decide what is best for you.

Here’s the thing: we do these things in an effort to improve our health and attempt to keep The Beast under “control” (whatever that is). But what happens when we’re not successful? What happens to us when our best just doesn’t cut it?

The desire to just give up.

It is truly great to read other people’s stories of success; how they made this change or that and had stellar results. I am always SO happy for them! Truly.

“I lost a bunch of weight and my numbers are so improved. I feel great!”

Good for you.

“I started a different food plan, one that shuns junk, and I was able to cut back on my meds!”


“I began exercising and am now running marathons, despite my diabetes!”


These stories are inspiring and help PWD to figure out ways to improve their own situation. The problem is that sometimes PWD do all of the above, or a variation, and they are not successful. That sucks.

I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes 12 years ago and have always managed to keep my A1c in a good range. Slowly, over many years, I’ve made changes to my food plan, tried to exercise more and increased my metformin when needed so that my numbers would remain as close to “in range” as possible. I rarely saw anything on my meter over 180ish unless I really splurged and expected that result. Things were pretty peachy.

Quite some time ago my fasting numbers began to creep up and hung out in the 130s. I didn’t like that but my doctor said, “Your A1c is so good. Don’t worry about it.” No medication change. No acknowledgement of my concern. I had been attending shared medical appointments (a sort of support group combined with a quick dr. visit.) Last April I told the dr. that, although I thought the program was awesome, it just wasn’t something I needed. She agreed and told me to come back in 6 months “since my A1c was so good”. Then things began to change. My fasting numbers crept up to the 140s, 150s, 160s. I began checking before and after meals (which I hadn’t done in a long time). I was often in the 140s before I even ate. Unheard of for me.

½ taco salad (a definite splurge) 187 4 hours after I had eaten.

Chicken strips (another splurge) 210 3 ½ hours later. No dinner that night.

½ apple w/peanut butter – still at 150 4 hours later…and I was hungry.

35 carbs = 134 up to 216.

½ a BLTA sandwich with a handful of fries for lunch today– still hanging out in the 170s.

I rarely share my numbers but I needed you to see that things are different. Instead of staying within range, I’ve been spiking way up and not coming down. (and to clarify, I don't eat those types of things very often. I eat a low carb, sensible diet.)

So what am I doing differently now? Not a damn thing. In fact, I’m eating a lot less and have been gaining weight.

Cue a doctor appointment.

I’m seeing a new doctor (because the other one semi-retired and is only doing share medical appointments and we already established that I didn’t want to do that anymore). He was surprised to see how high my fasting numbers were. We discussed possible medication changes. We talked about the fact that exercise has been difficult lately due to my fibro, but heck I can do better! “Let’s do an A1c and see where you are. If it has gone up dramatically then we’ll see about adding a new medication. If it only goes up slightly then we’ll just wait and see.”

“But what about these fasting numbers? What about these spikes and sustained higher numbers? What should I do about those?”

“They aren’t that bad. Don’t worry.”

Huh. Ugh. WTF????

I am not sharing this to get sympathy or even advice. I’m sharing this because there are so many PWD out there who are doing everything they can to “do the right thing” and make a difference in their condition and sometimes it just doesn’t work! They read stories about how a certain diet makes a huge difference for others or adding exercise “reversed someone’s diabetes”. And there they sit eating low carb and lifting weights to no avail. How do you suppose that feels? Pretty effing crappy.

This post is for you, fellow I’m-trying-so-hard-and-nothing-is-working peeps. It sucks. It’s hard. It’s simply not fair! But, it’s not your fault. You have not failed, you’ve just had the reverse of success. Not success. All we can do is keep on keepin on. Keep trying different things. Keep hammering on our HCPs to help us. Change freakin doctors if you must, but don’t give up. Don’t give in. Don’t listen to the nay-sayers who tell you that “all you have to do is…” Screw them. They don’t know. They don’t understand. But I do and I think you are fabulous!

Friday, May 12, 2017

Dear Legislator

Recent developments in the healthcare debate in our country have left me feeling powerless. I have tried, for many years, to advocate for people with diabetes and have focused a lot on stigma. Today I heard what a White House official said about people with diabetes. When the stigma is perpetuated by my own government… well it has left me quite deflated. Then I remembered something: I have a voice and it can be heard by my elected officials, but only if I reach out to them. The following is a letter that I will send to my elected officials in Washington, D.C. I urge you to do the same. You can use this link to find the address for your Congressmen/women. Let our voices be heard!

Dear Legislator,

I am writing to express my concerns regarding the healthcare debate ongoing in our country as well to inform you of my wishes as one of your constituents.
Healthcare in the United States is in a shambles and I do not blame that on the Affordable Care Act. Yes, the ACA is imperfect and needs to be fixed, but the thought of the Republican led Congress axing it and replacing it with the travesty you call the American Health Care Act frankly scares me to death. I speak as someone who has a pre-existing condition; two, in fact. I speak as an American who is over 55 but not yet old enough for Medicare. I am among those Americans who will be hardest hit by the provisions in the healthcare act you seek to pass. Not only will older, sicker people be unfairly affected, but millions of people with pre-existing conditions will find it nearly impossible to buy insurance.

The Republican answer to this issue is the use of high-risk pools. Let’s talk about that. According to a study conducted by the Kaiser Family Foundation27% of adults under the age of 65 have pre-existing conditions.  This includes pregnant women! People in this group will find it nearly impossible to purchase health insurance unless they are lucky enough to be covered under a group plan (ie: through their employment). These people would be subjected to higher premiums and lesser coverage than other Americans. These are the people who desperately need health coverage! The Republican plan says that these people would be allowed to participate in high-risk pools to assist them in being able to afford their higher insurance premiums. I’m sorry, but I find it ludicrous to think that the government, state or federal, has enough money to fund insurance assistance for 52 million people. High-risk pools have been tried in the past and have most often failed. Also, the idea that yearly and lifetime spending limits would be reinstated is the same as telling people with major illnesses that the government is ok with them dying if their care becomes too expensive.

Another subject that I feel needs to be addressed is the idea that some health issues are the patient’s fault and those people don’t deserve assistance. The stigma that follows people with chronic illnesses is a very serious problem. According to the director of the White House Office of Management and Budget, people who develop certain diseases don’t deserve the same level of health care as others. He said, That doesn’t mean we should take care of the person who sits at home, eats poorly and gets diabetes. People with type 2 diabetes did not cause their disease nor do they deserve to be looked down upon by condescending asshats anyone. (I’ll probably take that out when I write to my Senators. Well, maybe). Gluttony and sloth do not cause type 2 diabetes. Type 2 diabetes is a very complicated disease but it does have a genetic component and you cannot blame someone for the genes they are born with. Please see this press release by the American Diabetes Association that explains this quite well. Living with a chronic illness is hard enough without having to battle the stigma and when that stigma is perpetuated by our White House it leaves me feeling hopeless.

The bottom line is that too many people in this country will be detrimentally affected should the American Health Care Act, or something similar, move forward. They will suffer if any change to healthcare includes punishment for pre-existing conditions or caps on benefits. We no longer live in a society where the country doctor makes house calls and is willing to take a chicken for payment. Medicine has come a long way and absolutely every American deserves the same level of affordable healthcare despite where they live, their income level or current health. I ask that you take these issues into consideration when voting/debating healthcare in our nation. You are my elected official and I am counting on you to be my voice.

Kate Cornell

Friday, November 18, 2016

My Life with Type 2 Diabetes: It’s getting better

I haven’t felt compelled to write much lately. Sometimes I feel as if I’ve said it all, numerous times. Other times I feel as if I don’t have anything of value to say. Sometimes I’m just tired, you know? Another reason that I haven’t written too much lately is that there doesn’t seem to be anything new to add. My life with diabetes isn’t dramatic these days or noteworthy at all. I could tell you about what I ate for lunch or I could talk about how I feel about my latest A1c or fasting blood sugars but… meh. It occurred to me recently that my life with type 2 diabetes is pretty boring lately and then I realized that that in itself is newsworthy! (And two consecutive “thats” in a sentence is weird.)

It’s getting better.

I remember back when I was first diagnosed and how freaked out I was every time my blood sugar was “out of range”. I recall when I realized that potatoes and my blood sugar could no longer be roommates, or even friends and how that reality was devastating to me. I remember all the holidays when all I wanted to do was sit down and eat like everyone else instead of using a smaller plate and only having a bite of the foods I adored. Those things rarely happen these days. How strange is that?

I decided that someone out there might benefit from hearing that eventually it gets better. Eventually you can live your life with finger sticks, medications and carb awareness and not even bat an eye. Do you know that I had a fasting reading of 160 this morning and all I thought was “Huh. Well that’s dumb.” Early in my diagnosis I would have been in tears wondering what I did wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong, my body doesn't always work correctly. That's all. I was just living my life and watching my blood glucose so I could make adjustments and move on.

I’m extremely proud of the lifestyle changes that I’ve made over the 11+ years I’ve been at this circus. It’s been a lot of hard work with a lot of research, experimentation, tears and soul searching. Decisions are constantly made about what is most important to me: mashed potatoes or better health? Lounging in the recliner with a book or going for a walk? Guess what? Sometimes it’s mashed potatoes while reading a book in the recliner, but that’s extremely rare. Most times it’s real food that I know is better for my blood sugar and a walk.

I don’t want to give you the false impression that I’m somehow ok with my diabetes now; that I don’t care that I have a chronic illness (two, maybe three actually). HA! Of course I care! Of course I wish it could be otherwise! I also don’t want you to think that I have it all figured out and that I never stray from the better path. Double HA! If only. I still binge on occasion (just this afternoon, in fact). I still sometimes long for foods I no longer eat. I still feel sorry for myself now and then. But the reality is that my new lifestyle is satisfying. I LIKE going for walks and look forward to getting back to the gym once Ray’s recuperation allows him to go too. I LIKE eating healthier foods. I don’t even care for horribly sweet foods any longer, now that I make my own less-sweet treats.

It’s getting better.

Better doesn’t mean perfect or always right. Better doesn’t mean that my emotions don’t sometimes rear their ugly head and cause me to be depressed. Better means that my diabetes isn’t front and center most of the time. Better means that I’ve figured out the best way for me to eat and exercise and I do those things now, most of the time, without much thought. It’s my new normal. (Let me insert here that I’m rarely normal and if you’ve been reading my blog for a while you’ve probably figured that out for yourself.)

Someday my blood sugars could go south (north?) and my current plan may not work as well. Maybe. If that happens I feel like I’m prepared to deal with it. I feel like I can make adjustments because I already have. I’ve already proven to myself that I can do this.

So can you.

If you’re newly diagnosed, I want this post to be a beacon of hope that you can get here too.

If you’ve been at this awhile and are currently having a difficult time, I want this post to show you that that is normal and you can get through it. (More double that’s!)

Don’t give up. Don’t despair. Life is good, despite diabetes. I’ve said it before, don’t let diabetes rule your life or steer your ship. You are the one who can make a difference. Educate yourself, adjust when necessary and above all, give yourself a break. It gets better.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Let’s Talk About Prevention

When I was a little kid, Smokey the Bear would come on TV and say, “Only YOU can prevent forest fires!” I’m here to tell you that that’s some heavy responsibility to put on a 9 year-old. Really? I’m the only one who can prevent a forest fire? Bambi’s well-being is squarely on MY shoulders? Yikes! In reality there are lots of reasons for forest fires other than idiots who don’t pay attention including lightening caused fires. It’s certainly important to pay attention with fire while in the forest (says one who happens to have a national forest in her back yard) but no one has control over lightening. No one can prevent that type of forest fire.

I don’t spend much time on Facebook these days. I lurk and rarely interact. Today my eye was caught by a post from my friend Cherise. In the post she was calling out a reputable organization for posting the idea that type 2 diabetes can be prevented. She called BS (in the nicest of ways. It’s Cherise, after all.). There was a healthy back and forth among some of her FB friends discussing whether or not it is fair to say that type 2 is preventable. There was the discussion of genetics as well as the thought that many people could “prevent” their diagnosis if they would “simply” make some lifestyle changes. There were some “damn straights” and “preach it Brothers” coming from my lips as I read the exchange. It also led me here to write about my thoughts on the subject.

I’m not going to talk about the genetics or science behind this argument that too often pops up on the internet. Although science is very important, I want to talk about the people who are affected by the word “preventable”. People like me. People who have developed type 2 diabetes.

I was privileged to attend the HealtheVoices 2016 Conference this past spring in Chicago. It was a gathering of health advocates/bloggers across all diseases, not just people with diabetes. There was a good showing of folks from the DOC there and it was a rewarding, fun and educational weekend. The conference was kicked off on Friday evening with a banquet and keynote speaker. This gentleman, who collects data about all types of diseases, was going through his presentation, showing us slides of his data, when he said something that caused those of us with knowledge of life with diabetes to gasp. He said that 80+ percent of cases of type 2 diabetes were preventable. Wow. I could barely breathe. Here was someone who ought to know telling 100+ people that I could have prevented my diabetes. We were all shocked. My dear friend Bea said to me, “you have to say something!” Ohhhhh but I don’t wanna. I can’t stand up in front of all these people and confront this man! But I did. With my voice quavering I called him out. I told him that those types of statements do nothing but increase the stigma that those of us with diabetes face every day. Words matter (although I’m not exactly sure what words I used because DANG I was nervous!).

What does it feel like to hear that you have a disease that you could have prevented? It feels pretty crappy, let me tell you. Those of us who advocate for people with diabetes rail against the accusation that people with type 2 did this to themselves; that we somehow deserve what we got. Quit blaming the patient! There are many ways to develop type 2 diabetes that have nothing to do with diet, like gestational diabetes or coming in contact with some type of environmental goop. But the reality is that the majority of cases of type 2 are developed due to lifestyle. Ugh, did I just type that? I did, but let me explain further.

I have said all along that I would have eventually developed type 2 in my elder years, regardless of my lifestyle but my lifestyle probably hastened my development of the disease. That’s not an easy pill to swallow. But hey! I didn’t eat dozens of donuts or vats of chili cheese fries! I ate like everyone else ate. That’s the key: the Standard American Diet SUCKS!

My friend Mike Lawson said it so well in his comment on this FB thread: “and if some all-encompassing study proves that Type 2 is caused entirely by the food we eat, it isn't accurate to say that people that develop type 2 diabetes have done anything except eat the food that we have access to.” Bingo! (I love you Mike!)

THAT is the key! People who develop type 2 diabetes are those who most likely have a genetic predisposition and their lifestyle of too many processed carbs and not enough daily exercise have caused their bodies to cease to be able to process glucose effectively. They aren’t any different than anyone else, they just got the booby prize in the lottery of life.

So back to prevention. Don’t tell the world that type 2 diabetes is preventable unless you’re willing to back that statement with proper education for the masses on how processed food is vile and over consumption of processed carbs is taxing your pancreas and liver and preventing your cells from getting the energy they need. The way the majority of Americans eat is causing over production of insulin which turns to fat which increases insulin resistance which makes it difficult for our bodies to process glucose which causes your pancreas to release more insulin; rinse, repeat. Don’t say it’s preventable unless you’re willing to make whole, real foods readily available to the majority of people in a way that’s affordable. Don’t say it’s preventable unless you teach people how to cook and eat healthy, whole foods. Don’t say it’s preventable unless you go about making exercise easier to achieve in our hectic lives. Don’t say it’s preventable when I know damn well that there was nothing I could have done, knowing what I did at that time. No way could I have fed my family any better on the few dollars I had at my disposal, not to mention that the dreaded food pyramid was telling me to eat 6-12 servings of carbohydrates per day!

Words matter and the people who have developed type 2 diabetes because they have just been living their lives like everyone else deserve better than to be accused of developing a disease that dramatically, painfully affects them for the rest of their lives. Think before you point a finger: can you say that you eat any differently? Are you perfect?

Type 2 diabetes may someday be a disease that can be delayed if the people in our society are given the tools they need to make “better” choices. When our society lifts up real food and shuns fast and convenient crap then maybe fewer people will develop type 2, at least not until they’re old and gray.

When you tell me that my disease was preventable you’re telling me that I failed. You’re telling me that I failed the test when I wasn’t given a chance to study. I failed when fast, convenient tasty foods are priced in a way that makes them an easy choice for people who don’t have much money? When I was just living life like everyone else, I failed. Don’t tell me that I could have prevented it, help me to show my kids and grandkids a better way.

Just like Smokey the Bear, the media is pointing its finger at me and saying that “only YOU can prevent type 2 diabetes!” I call bullshit.

Monday, October 3, 2016


*As I began to write this post, I realized that I had never mentioned here that my mother passed away on August 6th. She made it past her 98th birthday and had a good life. This hasn’t been an easy summer but I’m doing ok (and so is Ray).

I had a rather unusual conversation the other day while I was waiting to see my new doctor. The person offered his condolences on the passing of my mother and then went on to comment on how amazing it is that she lived to be 98. Many people have mentioned her age so I wasn’t all that surprised, however, he added that it was especially amazing due to her size. Interesting comment. (My mother was a large woman and had been most of her adult life. She was only 5’4” tall and weighed roughly 220 lbs during the last year of her life.) The conversation continued and I happened to mention that my oldest son is now 40. “Really! And how old was his dad when he died?” 42. “And two of his sisters died young too. One of them drank a lot, didn’t she? Your son should be fine as long as he doesn’t abuse alcohol or drugs.”


In case you’re wondering, the man is still standing and didn’t require any medical intervention after our conversation ended. I wasn’t offended by anything he said because I’ve known this guy for decades and he’s… different. He meant no offense and none was taken. I’d like to clarify that my dear sister-in-law did enjoy her beer but that is not what killed her. All 3 of those siblings died of massive heart attacks out of the blue at a relatively young age. They had bum tickers, they weren’t overweight and were fairly active people.

It wasn’t until later in the day that I began to think about what was said and what was implied:

My mother lived to a ripe old age, despite the fact that she was overweight, which this person felt was unusual. My first husband and his sisters died at a young age and appeared to be healthy humans so there must have been something they did to hurry their deaths.


Our society spends SO much time worrying/obsessing about what someone looks like and makes assumptions based on those looks as to what that person’s health might be. (Appearances also cause people to make assumptions about someone’s moral fiber and whether or not they are “worthy”, but this is about health and you don’t want to get me started on that other can of worms.) Just because my mother was heavy, this person assumed that it was a miracle that she lived so long. He knew nothing about her health. He assumed, based on her appearance, that she was an unhealthy individual. Mom suffered with bad knees, which was definitely exacerbated by her weight, and couldn’t see due to macular degeneration, but her overall health was fine. Her heart was strong. She survived lung cancer (never smoked) and other various things throughout her life but she was damn healthy! Heck, she still had all her own teeth! My first husband, on the other hand, was a healthy-looking man. He had developed a bit of a gut but he was active and didn’t appear to be ill, and yet he died so young. This just threw my acquaintance. He couldn’t comprehend how this could be! So unless my son abuses drugs or alcohol, he should be fine. What???

I’m so tired of how people are judged because of how they look. Fat-shaming is a perfectly acceptable form of bullying that is getting worse as the people in our society get larger. I have learned that weight loss is not as simple as calories in/calories out. I have learned that exercise can be difficult when you’re dealing with pain. I have learned that dealing with diabetes/elevated blood sugar is different for each individual. I have learned that “doing what I’m supposed to do” isn’t always easy when a low mood hits.

Fact: There are overweight people who run marathons and/or work out regularly.

Fact: There are overweight people who eat very healthy diets and thin people who eat nothing but crap food.

Fact: There are skinny people who are in horrible health.

Fact: Overweight/obese does not equal “unhealthy’ and thin does not equal “healthy”.

I am certainly not suggesting that people not worry about carrying excess weight. I feel that everyone, size aside, should do their best to improve their diet and add regular exercise to their lives. The point of this post is to, hopefully, have people stop and think before they judge. I’m most likely speaking to the choir, since if you’re reading this you are already well aware of how much stigma there is in the world and how important it is for us to take care of ourselves regardless of our size, but I simply had to get this off my chest!

The next time you see someone who is overweight and eating dessert, don’t judge! How is it your business what that person eats? Just maybe they have been rocking a new food plan and are simply having a treat! Maybe it’s their birthday. The point is: don’t judge. You have no idea what their life is like.

If you see someone in the grocery store who has a basketful of processed carbs, don’t judge. Maybe they just need some education about how to improve their diet. It’s not your job to correct them or look down on them.

The next time you see some thin person rocking some yoga pants, don’t assume they are healthy. Don’t fall into the trap of thinking that they are “better” than you just because they look like something the media has made us believe is the ideal.

To all the haters out there: Just. Stop. Who the F*** do you think you are?

Regardless of my size, or my health or the fact that I choose to go without makeup and fancy hair, I walk with my head held high because I know that I’m a good person. I’m someone who is kind. I do what I can to be as healthy as possible. How I look, what I believe or what food plan I choose to follow doesn’t make me any better or worse than the next person.

Don’t judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.