Diabetes had also affected my social life. My best friend called me the next day and told me to meet him and some other friends for dinner. I was now in a dilemma, whether to just skip dinner with him altogether because I didn’t want to go and not have alcohol, fat or even be able to smoke when everyone else would be having beers, steaks and smoking. But I knew I had to face them one day and it might as well be this one.
Everyone ordered pizza and beers but I only ordered Bacardi and Diet coke! Everyone looked strangely at me and then I had to tell them. One of them asked me, was it a disease? Other asked was it contagious? These were arrogant comments from friends who though t I was making it up to gain sympathy. But I was aware that my days of bellying up at the bar were coming to an end. I had to quit smoking but as it is not so easy, I started with nicotine gum. It is no fun getting sympathized at and I had to act normal, but only I could describe how abnormal my life was going to be.
I could not understand how my mother had survived like this and I really could empathize with her now. And along with all the diabetic food and exercise, my mom treated me to an artificially sweetened chocolate pudding on Friday. I was now taking a pill, Glipozide ER (2.5 mg) which is an anti-diabetic drug composed of sulfonylurea type. It is used to control high blood sugar in type 2 diabetes patients. It helps to stimulate natural insulin in the body and with a proper diet and exercise, and I was hopeful it will work.
Exercising regularly, usually for 20 minutes most days of the week had become a part of my new lifestyle. It was a great challenge. My lazy exercise-Less life had changed and I was now reluctantly taking out time for a walk at least.