Here’s my thing – just started taking insulin three weeks ago. I agree, intellectually, that I need this to help bring everything under control. I hate it. I have to have my husband give me the shot because I just can’t do it. Still takes 10 minutes to prick my finger to take my readings everyday.
Though I have processed most of my issues it still ticks me off how the nurse seems to encourage this dominate my life. It doesn’t need to dominate my life. Perhaps this is petty of me. I know I have to take care of myself – and I do. I monitor my BG every morning, take my insulin, watch what I eat, etc.
Do I count carbs? No – I do not eat processed food (or very rarely at least) and we make most things from scratch. I feel too busy to try and calculate the carbs, starch, etc. I watch my portion size, use less salt, hardly ever eat bread and eat more veggies. I even gave up pop and juice because I know I did too much of that.
Taking insulin is making me hungrier and I hate that. Even after a good lunch less than 2 hours ago I feel hungry and I finished my nuts.
This whole thing irritates me. I want to be healthier and am working on that. I do not want this to define me.
Arrggh!
Selina