Six months on

I can’t quite believe it’s six months since my diagnosis but boy have I learnt a lot. I was obviously quite naive in thinking it wouldn’t change things too much. That I could still eat what I wanted just in moderation or not too close together. Or that I could keep on pushing myself through with running and biking.

But boy have I learnt the hard way that is so not the case. This flare I’m still in has knocked me for six and made me realise a lot of things. My pancreas is not going to get better all I can try to do is limit the damage the flare ups do to it each time. Which makes for some sober thinking. It also means that I need to limit my exercise until this discomfort eases. No more core strength yoga for a while and maybe just the occasional run and biking. Not ideal.

I can understand how people can end up being too frightened to eat when you don’t know whether what you put in your mouth is going to make your panky really cranky. Let alone get Diabetes due to the sweets that you can eat. As for eating out nope not going to risk that at the moment as for buying cakes from the bakery I’m so reluctant to do that as not knowing how things are made.

I feel as though my world has really contracted inwards and not in a good way.

I’m also realising that products that say reduced fat or fat free aren’t always that so I need to read the contents of everything I buy boy is that going to make shopping longer to do.

I am going to see if I can find goats butter and cheese and ricotta to see if I can have that as a substitute. I’ve already gone on to semi-skimmed milk so our fridge now contains all the milks full fat for the milky drink, semi for Alan and skimmed for me no wonder I end up with semi-skimmed in my drinks sometimes.

I’ve also just made another batch of pumpkin soup for this week it’s a good job I like soup.