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Git Yerself a Chris

Follow along this week as I participate in Diabetes Blog Week!! Today's post topic is "Mantras and More"...what gets us through a hard day. 
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Yesterday I told you about my struggle to lose weight while fighting the Diabetes monster on my back. I'm not where I want to be yet, but day after day I really try to make the right choices and set myself up for positive exercise experiences.

Today I want to tell you what makes it all better, what makes it all worth it, what keeps me going when I want to give up. One word: Chris.

Throwback! God, I love this kid!!


Chris has this unique ability to encourage without even the slightest hint of judgment. 

He knows Diabetes is not my fault and that there are days when I can't do anything right. 

He knows I try really hard to stay on top of things and make good decisions, but sometimes circumstances are beyond our control. 

He makes me feel beautiful even when my thighs are scared from insulin pump sites and CGM adhesives. 

He makes me feel strong by reminding me how much I have already accomplished in this life with Diabetes.

 Without any prompting, he knows the right things to say and at the right times. 

He knows when to be quiet too. 

He always tries to help change my insulin pump sites and gets a little irritated when I jump ahead of him and fill the reservoir myself. 

He throws salesmen out of our house when they claim their purified water system would "likely cure her Diabetes!" (yes, this actually happened). 

He takes off work to support me at my endo appointments, and he doesn't just sit idly as I talk with the Doctor...he's an active participant, because he's such an active participant in my care overall. 

He knows I still don't like needles and gives me space when I have to put in a new CGM sensor. 


I've never met another person with such an innate ability, even when they don't have the disease themselves. More than the physics of the disease, Chris is there to live the day-to-day along with me. He is my mantra, he encourages me when I don't even want to encourage myself.

This might sound dumb, but this past weekend Chris encouraged me to get a bikini. Ok, ok, stop laughing. You see we are going on this awesome vacation in October to a tropical resort and I would love to be confident enough to sport tropical-resort type attire. It's kind of a big deal since I don't think I have ever had the confidence to wear a bikini, even when I weighed 30 lbs less. Right now it's my motivation...I can throw it on every once in a while and see how I'm doing. And it's sitting right there on the shelf reminding me to keep working hard.

Just that little bit of encouragement boosted me waaaaay back up.

So, thank you Chris for everything I've mentioned here and so much more. I hope every Diabetic meets their "Chris" someday!

Comments

  1. Aww, so sweet! My hubby's name is also Chris so I know how important Chris' can be :)

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  2. I love it! Being able to say the right thing is truly a gift. And honey, you are going to ROCK that bikini!

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