Funny that my last post said I was full of woe (well, that happens occasionally.) By the way, I am over it, and here it is another Wednesday, yet I feel on the mend and full of possibility. I’d like to share a post with you I just read that captures that knowingness of possibility, and my own feelings most of the time.
It’s written by my fellow diabetes blogger, Ginger Viera, “Contagious, Confidence, Endless Possibilities.”Ginger is a fellow type 1, a weight lifter, personal trainer and health coach.
She writes honestly about the failings we all feel we have and the will and way not to let them foil us, but to find our strength to carry on and see the best for ourselves whether with diabetes, or just in our lives in general.
“Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something.” My twin brother, Pete, said this to me several months ago. I wrote it down on an index card and taped it to my bathroom mirror. Funny thing is, it’s never been other people telling me I can or cannot do something. The loudest voice I hear is my own.
When I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in the seventh grade over eleven years ago, the first list that ran through my head was the list of things I probably couldn’t do anymore. I couldn’t eat ice cream without first counting the grams of carbohydrates in the bowl and determining how much insulin I needed. I couldn’t play basketball anymore (at least, that’s what I thought). I couldn’t buy candy and popcorn with my friends when we go to the movies without feeling overwhelmingly guilty about eating such diabetic-off-limits food. The list of foods, activities, dreams and goals I thought were off-limits seemed endless.
With or without diabetes, we allow ourselves to fill our minds with everything we’re sure we cannot do, or cannot have, or cannot ever become. As I grew older, I realized how many things were still within my reach. I used to think I could never become much of an athlete, but today, I’m a health coach, personal trainer, yoga instructor and I’ve set 15 records in drug-tested powerlifting. Clearly, what I needed at my diagnosis, and simply as a young girl growing up in this society, was someone or something to help me learn that my dreams were all still possibilities.”
You’ll want to read the full article at the link above. Thanks Ginger.