I found out I was diabetic in 1996 when I went to my OB/GYN to confirm my pregnancy (my beautiful daughter is now 10!). Fasting 280, put on insulin that very day.... So there I was, pregnant, emotional, and felt like the bottom had dropped out!

The past decade has been a struggle, as I've gone through all the "stages" at some point: anger, denial, acceptance, more denial, frustration, etc. ... including a year and a half in which I just pretended I wasn't diabetic and refused to take any medications at all!

Well, a 10.4 A1C and triglycerides over 1700 (plus a BP of 180/100) threw a bucket of cold water on all that about a year ago. Since then I've been working (as hard as I can handle, anyway) to get myself healthy, and stay that way, for my daughter's sake even more than my own.

The most important thing to me right now is to model proper diet and nutrition and a healthy attitude toward food, exercise, and body image for my daughter. I'm pretty sure she'll end up diabetic eventually, but my goal is to keep her from developing Type II before 30 like her mom did...