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A former socialite who went domestic. (it can happen)
I can't cook to save my life, or yours.

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Will I be blind in 2024?

Last year, the first week of January 2023, I face planted in a parking lot and just about broke my ankle. This is where my diabetes journey started. The trauma to my ankle was server but thankfully not broken, but it shouldn't have taken as long as it did to heal. By the beginning of March 2023 I was finally out of the boot and scooter. The 2nd week of March is when I was diagnosed with diabetes. So, a year later, I'm on the path to living with my diabetes and getting it under control. The weekly shots have played a significant role in my progress. I walked into this year, January 2024, VERY carefully. BUT, don't you worry, I'm not leaving this month unscathed. The first weekend of the month, I went to the barn, had my lesson, had a great ride with Buffy and I came home. I decided to lay down for a minute before starting my weekend reset. A short nap. This short nap turned into a 12 hour nap. I basically slept from Saturday afternoon, to Sunday afternoon. Some nap, I wa

Cultivating relationships

Relationships take a lot of work. It's a two way street. You give some, you take some, and somewhere in the middle, it blossoms into a relationship, a friendship. Some relationships take more work, sometimes you feel like you're the only one in the relationship, you're working harder to keep the relationship alive. I've never been very good at being a friend, or really appreciating a good friendship. When you're young and naive, life seems endless. You have nothing to lose. You're the center of attention, the world is your oyster. Take what you want and leave nothing of yourself. Friends come and go. Seasons come and seasons go. Footprints in the sand are eventually washed away. (Have we had enough yet? I can keep going) As I get older, a lot of friendships have faded, life gets busy and adulting is hard. I grew up late in life. As I reflect (or TRY to remember) on my past life, how I use to handle relationship/friendships, it blows me away. Just how the hell di

not good news, but not bad news.

I put off returning to the Dr. as long as I could. I had to return because my Dr. wouldn't refill my medication till I came back in to see her. Fine. I was going out of town and needed to get my meds refilled so I didn't have a choice. I fasted, had to my blood taken and would return the next day to see where I stood. Not good. But also not bad. What the hell does that mean? I've lost a ton of weight. I'm eating healthier, I miss all my favorite foods. I live off fruits, vegetables and nuts during the week. On the weekends, I splurge a little. A taste of a dessert, a diet coke... those kinds of cheats. It's still nothing like I use to eat. I dream of eating all my favorite things again. I've relaxed on my working out. I would probably be losing more weight if I kept up with my work out. But I haven't. I visit the gym when I feel guilty for not going... I've changed my after work routine. I make sure I do things around the house and instead of going str

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