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- Type of diabetes
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I feel the need to apologise to anyone who may have taken offense to my previous posting "Brother, Can You Spare a Pancreas".
As I responded to one of the posters: I was certainly not pushing any particular lifestyle, nor criticizing any else's adopted diet, only suggesting that for some of us, the relationship to food is a complex one, and that carbohydrate-dense foods don't necessarily equate to junk foods, dishes like a good homemade lasagna or a hearty Irish stew, for instance.
I certainly did not intend to insinuate that Type 2s induced the condition in themselves, nor make value judgments on anyone's chosen lifestyle or adopted diet. Diabetes is an idiosyncratic condition, and how each of us chooses to cope with it, even more diverse.
I do wish I could be more stoic about my diagnosis, 'keep calm, and carry on', as those World War II posters say. I don't know that I can adopt the "eat to live" lifestyle, and I didn't fully appreciate how challenging it can be to be diabetic in a culture that celebrates food. I don't really care for the words "foodie" or "epicure", but it would be fair to say that I lived to eat, and that I looked forward to occasions where I could enjoy my food. Whether that meant having popcorn at the cinema, eating a plate of jerk chicken penne with sun dried tomatoes at a humble bistro, fish & chips on a Sunday after church with my mum, or indulging in a salted caramel tart while catching up with old classmates.
I realise it's unseemly to grieve over something as silly as ice cream, but I think it's those small, intangible details and pleasures that make up life. Some people are passionate about music, others travel and photography, sports, books, and movies. Perhaps some are motivated to choose their health for themselves and their loved ones, be they a spouse, children, grandchildren, or good friends. For me, food was that passion. Cooking was therapeutic, something that got me through bouts of depression, a hobby that was the fulcrum at the centre of my life, something I had strongly considered having a career in.
Whatever motivates each of you to manage your diabetes, I do admire your resolve, your ability to carry on.
I'm not certain what the future holds for me, but I do wish everyone here a good, healthy, long, and joyous life.
As I responded to one of the posters: I was certainly not pushing any particular lifestyle, nor criticizing any else's adopted diet, only suggesting that for some of us, the relationship to food is a complex one, and that carbohydrate-dense foods don't necessarily equate to junk foods, dishes like a good homemade lasagna or a hearty Irish stew, for instance.
I certainly did not intend to insinuate that Type 2s induced the condition in themselves, nor make value judgments on anyone's chosen lifestyle or adopted diet. Diabetes is an idiosyncratic condition, and how each of us chooses to cope with it, even more diverse.
I do wish I could be more stoic about my diagnosis, 'keep calm, and carry on', as those World War II posters say. I don't know that I can adopt the "eat to live" lifestyle, and I didn't fully appreciate how challenging it can be to be diabetic in a culture that celebrates food. I don't really care for the words "foodie" or "epicure", but it would be fair to say that I lived to eat, and that I looked forward to occasions where I could enjoy my food. Whether that meant having popcorn at the cinema, eating a plate of jerk chicken penne with sun dried tomatoes at a humble bistro, fish & chips on a Sunday after church with my mum, or indulging in a salted caramel tart while catching up with old classmates.
I realise it's unseemly to grieve over something as silly as ice cream, but I think it's those small, intangible details and pleasures that make up life. Some people are passionate about music, others travel and photography, sports, books, and movies. Perhaps some are motivated to choose their health for themselves and their loved ones, be they a spouse, children, grandchildren, or good friends. For me, food was that passion. Cooking was therapeutic, something that got me through bouts of depression, a hobby that was the fulcrum at the centre of my life, something I had strongly considered having a career in.
Whatever motivates each of you to manage your diabetes, I do admire your resolve, your ability to carry on.
I'm not certain what the future holds for me, but I do wish everyone here a good, healthy, long, and joyous life.
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