Nails are my thing and my life pretty much revolves around them; however, I'm also a struggling diabetic. I struggle to admit it's now my life, I struggle to skip that awesome dessert, and I struggle to understand why food (which was an emotional experience) has now become what feels like my enemy.
Two days before Christmas, while working in the salon, I found myself feeling very strange. I was aware yet felt this almost out of body and tingly feeling. It was as if someone had slipped a drug in my diet soda. A client suggested checking my sugar and it was 486. Needless to say that was a HUGE problem and I could no longer pretend that just because I wanted to eat things it meant I could.
I'm sharing this with you because it could now or eventually affect you. I could have made some serious mistakes at work while my sugar was that high- it's equated with being very drunk. In addition to that, the chances of having a stroke right at the nail table were increased exponentially. In my mind having PCOS and being diabetic were things that were wrong with me, that I should be ashamed of. The weird thing being is that I don't think any less of others when they're diabetic, epileptic, or cancerous, etc. It's just part of life and the struggle to survive the hand you're dealt.This year, let’s own our personal journey along with our nail journey and be proud of the successes in both.
Today I threw some things that sounded good together for breakfast. My son thought it was delicious and is really proud of me for creating something healthy. I may always like my nails to be more complicated than my recipes; however, I’m learning to take pride in both!