Back to School!

This week was the first with both of my kids in school. FULL. TIME. And while so many moms are excited for the freedom and opportunity to breathe (which, I too, am thankful for), each time I put them on the bus, my heart sinks a little. But instead of crying into my Cheerios every morning, it’s time to focus on organization and productivity.
Which will start right after an amazing breakfast with two of my amazing girlfriends!
Assuming that I would be a mess all week, I pre-planned a breakfast with 2 of my favorite moms. I squeezed in a quick mile run (I ran as fast as I could for 1 mile, better than nothing!) and decided to throw something together with whatever was in the fridge. I have a bad habit of over thinking recipes and spending too much time searching online, so with about an hour to shower and create, I just started cooking with this one.
I’ve had breakfast pizza before but it’s always been a little boring . It usually consists of pizza dough, scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese. All of which I enjoy but still feel like there’s something being left out, mainly flavor.
With this experiment I used pre-made pizza dough in the interest of time but I would highly recommend making it fresh or at least buy something better than the normal blue canister. It has a weird sweet flavor that I don’t like. Here is a recipe for home-made dough if you want to get crazy.
This pizza is really an assembly process. I cracked the eggs directly onto the dough and baked in the oven at 350F (this is so much better and prettier than scrambled). I cooked the sausage (chicken sausage with apples), sliced the tomatoes and grated the cheese (smoked Gouda), and added all of that after the eggs were almost done.
Finally added arugula and salt and pepper and voila! Super easy and super impressive AND you can change it up to suit your audience.
Finish it off with a peach bellini concocted by your bestie and eat and drink your back to school worries away with great conversation and many many laughs! XOXO p.s. This is the first time posting from my phone, so if this looks weird, you’ll know why! :)







10 Things You Are Stupid Not to Eat…


To continue my list format of writing and, this time, with a little less snark, I thought I would share a list of things you should include in your food repertoire whether you like them or not.  Everyone knows what they like to eat, healthy or otherwise.  I’m challenging you to force yourself to eat something you may not like, based entirely on the principle that it’s good for you.  Then mentally force yourself to like it.   Let’s be honest, there’s much worse things that you have mentally forced yourself to do/like.  Here is my list of the 10 things you are stupid not to eat. (Unless, of course, you have dietary issues/allergies that prohibit you from eating them. Duh.)

10 – Barley – Barley is kind of like rice on steroids.  The health benefits of this grain are ridiculous and the rich, nutty taste is delicious.  Barley also has a lower glycemic index than white rice (which makes sense to the diabetic peeps).  Use it in dishes like this ground turkey and kale soup (I used this Real Simple recipe but subbed the kale for the spinach.  Make sure you also add some chipotle powder and a little honey and lemon too!) that is souper easy (see what I did there?) and souper yummy!

9 – Boca Sausage – I love the taste of regular breakfast sausage but then there’s that one nasty bite of something hard and bonelike and the whole thing is ruined.  With Boca breakfast sausage, you get all of the flavor and none of the weird mystery bites.  You also get way less fat, calories and cholesterol.  They are not paying me, I really just like it.

8 – Eggs – I’m not going to reveal anything ground-breaking about eggs.  If you are worried about cholesterol, I would cut the butter, or some of the steak, or even the yolk but don’t cut the eggs.  I start almost every day with eggs in some fashion.  Except the days that my kids make me two pieces of rye toast for breakfast in bed.  Those days I will tell you (and them) that rye toast is the BEST thing to eat for breakfast.

7 – Kale – I realize that kale is super trendy right now, and you  may be annoyed with it.  But the nice thing about kale is that you can put it in soup (see above recipe) and it doesn’t get all slimy and snotty like spinach.  And just so you know, kale is full of iron, vitamin K, vitamin A and vitamin C.  So it fights cancer, autoimmune disease, cardiovascular issues, etc.  It CAN also make you gassy, so don’t eat it on date night.  Unless, of course, your date is your husband who probably won’t care.

6 – Salmon – If you don’t like salmon, then you should try it again.  Except this time, make sure it’s cooked properly.  In my opinion, salmon must be cooked perfectly to experience the glorious flavor of this incredibly healthy fish.   Also, if you are of the opinion that salmon is “too fishy”, you may need to try a different type of salmon, like sockeye.  It you are buying frozen, make sure you are buying from a reputable brand and thawing in cold water.   Salmon is full of omega-3 fatty acids.  These bad boys make your good cholesterol (HDL) go up and your bad cholesterol (LDL) go down.   There are a ton of vitamins and protein in salmon as well.  My kids eat it, so you should totally give it another go.

5 – Cauliflower- It’s not green, it’s not leafy AND it’s still good for you!  There are tons of “diabetic” cook books that will tell you to puree cauliflower and put it in stuff to hide it.  Or puree it and try to pass it off as mashed potatoes.  I recommend cutting a head into large pieces, brushing it with a little olive oil or grapeseed oil and roasting it for about 20 minutes at 450 degrees.  Give it a little sprinkle of salt and you will never want to mash it’s little brains again.  When you roast cauliflower, it caramelizes just enough to taste completely amazing.  So don’t hide it in other foods.  You will hurt its delicious feelings for no good reason at all.  Cauliflower is high in antioxidants,  has anti-inflammatory properties, and can increase blood flow.

4 – Avocado – It’s kind of like butter that is good for you.  Not to bash butter, but it doesn’t have a ton of good things in it, despite its utter deliciousness.  Avocados are full of healthy fats and they taste delicious.  There are a gazillion (literally) recipes for avocados because they compliment so many dishes.  From simple salads to smoothies to guacamole, you owe it to your table and to your body to get some green in there.  Don’t forget that the fat in avocado is still fat.  So don’t overdo it.

3 – Hummus – Chick peas, garbanzo beans, channa.  No matter what you call them, they are awesome.  There is a reason that there are 50 different flavors of hummus at the supermarket.  Number 1, hummus is really good.  Number 2, it’s super easy and inexpensive to make hummus so its not a big deal for large companies to make a bunch of varieties.  So why not just make it?  Well, I have a recipe for you right here (scroll to the bottom), thanks to the Nottingham Inn, LLC in Oxford, PA.  They graciously shared their recipe a few months ago for my other blog  If you didn’t already know, chickpeas are an excellent source of stuff like folate, fiber, and are low in fat (that’s enough f-words for now).  And you don’t just have to dip veges in your hummus (although cauliflower is awesome dipped up in there).  You can add hummus to your sandwiches and chicken salad and you can even find dried spiced chickpeas for snacking at stores like Whole Foods.

2 – Hot Sauce – Ok, so this is technically not a food, but I think it should be.  One of the trickiest things about changing your eating habits can be eliminating things like butter and salt or sauces that you think aren’t really that bad for you.  I hate to break it to you but buffalo wing sauce is primarily made of butter.   So, instead of getting take out wings or making dip with the buffalo sauce you bought from the grocery store.  Just buy the bottle of hot sauce.  Get creative with your ingredients (yogurt, low-fat sour cream, etc) and get close to wing sauce, or maybe even better.  And just for the record, I put hot sauce in and on pretty much everything.  It goes in my tuna salad, in my scrambled eggs, and sometimes on my pizza.  It adds so much flavor without any fat or calories.  It’s kind of a miracle.  That said, it doesn’t have any nutritional value.  So I have saved the best nutritional powerhouse for last!!!

1 – Beets!!! – DON’T STOP READING.  I saved beets for last for two reasons.  1 – I knew you would be so entertained by my wit and adorable writing skills that you would hang in there for the last one.  And 2 – beets really are the most amazing food ever grown in the ground.  Beets have been touted as “nature’s viagra”.  I mean, come on, do I really need to say more.  They detox, lower your blood pressure, boost your stamina, and fight cancer.  I will admit that beets are strong in flavor (you kind of have to be when you are fighting cancer and boosting stamina), but the trick to enjoying beets is pairing them with foods that complement the rich, earthy flavor.  My favorite is goat cheese and honey.  And before you scrunch your nose up (like my mom is if she is reading this), remember that some foods alone are just ok, until you find the perfect match that makes them exceptional.  How romantic, right?! (Nature’s viagra)  Just promise that the next time you go to dinner and there is a beet salad on the menu, talk someone into splitting it with you.  AND if it’s date night, you should totally order it.  Maybe you won’t even need to order anything else… wink wink.

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10 Things You Have Wrong About Diabetes…

There is a very active and passionate online community of people with diabetes.  I’ve only gotten to know them in the last year, but I can’t tell you how amazed I am at the number of caring, compassionate, sometimes pissed-off individuals that I share at least one thing in common.  There are often comments posted, complained about,  and laughed at that pertain to the misconceptions about diabetes.  I’m not getting super medical about all of this.  Usually diabetes misconceptions make me snicker because sometimes snickering is a good coping mechanism.  So here you will find a slightly snarky list of the top 10 things that you probably have wrong about diabetes.  Because after 33 years, I deserve to be a little snarky.

10 – I did not get diabetes from eating too much sugar.   My pancreas doesn’t work due to a laundry list of medical terms.  Not because I ate too many skittles or too many donuts or too much salt.

9 – You can’t have type 1 diabetes “real bad”.  When I tell someone I have an insulin pump and the immediate response is a grimace and “oh, you must have it really bad” I smirk.  If I ever smirk at you, you now know that I think you’re an idiot.  There are a lot of complications that are a result of diabetes.  But there is no level at which my pancreas’ lack of operability denotes the level of my disease.  There is no staging in type 1 diabetes because you either have it or you don’t.

8 – Cinnamon DOES NOT cure diabetes.  It just doesn’t.  Why in the hell would I have two medical devices attached to my body if I could be cured with a spice sold at my grocery store.  Seriously.  Have some respect.

7 – I CAN eat that.  My dad still says, “you can’t eat that, you’re diabetic!” and it’s cute.  But only my dad can say it because I’m 37 and he still thinks I’m 12 – which I love.  Diabetics who manage their diabetes appropriately can really eat whatever they want.  I might gain weight if I take insulin and eat candy bars a lot but that is the same as a “non-diabetic” which is what I try to come as close to as possible.  (I don’t eat a lot of candy bars, by the way).  But it’s not “cheating” anymore thanks to medical technology.  This isn’t Weight Watchers.

6 – Insulin makes the blood sugar go down, sugar makes the blood sugar go up.

5 – I don’t shoot up.  It’s not funny.  Especially when my small children are standing next to me.  I would rather they didn’t repeat what you just said to their friends at school.

4 – I DO look like a diabetic.  There are over 29 million diabetics in the US.  And we all look different.  All type 2 diabetics are not overweight, some type 1 diabetics are overweight.  I’m pretty sure that all gestational diabetics are pregnant.  But ALL diabetics need support regardless of what they look like, so stop looking for a reason to not support them/us.  And if you feel like it’s not your problem (especially if you are verbal about it) wait until someone in your family is diagnosed and feels embarrassed to talk to you about it.  That is not going to feel awesome.

3 – Diabetic-friendly.  Worse. Term. Ever. No one wants to be friends with diabetes.  The diabetic-friendly designation immediately diverts attention to the next recipe.  Just call it healthy or yummy and maybe include a carb count, then I’ll pay attention.

2 – Julia Roberts did it wrong.  ALL WRONG. We don’t all seize and cry and mess up or newly styled bouffant when hypoglycemic (low blood sugar).  I ramble and sweat a lot, but otherwise play it off well.  Don’t ever hesitate to ask someone with diabetes  if his/her blood sugar is low.  Sometimes it’s hard to stop and remember that I need to stop and remember.

1 – Diabetes IS a big deal.  It’s not a choice.  No matter the “type”, no one chooses to have it.  We all have decisions in life to make about our health.  When you are diagnosed with diabetes, it immediately becomes part of your life.  Not in a romantic destination, exchanging vows sort of way, but in a really terrifying, you could die sort of way.  We can choose to support, advocate and to care.  I choose that.

C’est Bon!

Me and my mini sous!

Now that I’m officially over my Dblog Week hangover, I’m back at it!

The title of this post reflects the exact amount of the French language that I learned while living in Ottawa, ON, Canada for three years.  Being that the city is officially bi-lingual, it made my transition very easy, but it also made it very unnecessary to learn a language that was so accessible.  But, c’est bon.

After being invited to teach in my daughter’s classroom (any topic I chose), I responded that I would teach them how to cook or bake something before I really thought through the process by which I would do so.  It’s typical Steph Tomko fashion to commit first and plan later.

The following are the details that needed the utmost attention in order to pull this off.

1. Dairy allergy in the classroom.  I had to find a good dairy-free recipe.  I am a mom that firmly believes in including every kid in every detail no matter the cost (literally and figuratively).  I was the only diabetic in every grade of school that I attended and I don’t remember a single parent (other than my cousin’s mom, who was also my aunt) paying any attention to my dietary limitations.  And that sucks when you are in elementary school.

2. Nut allergy.  Believe it or not, this one was way easier to figure out than the dairy allergy.  Nuts are not typically vital to a recipe (I can hear jokes now, so go ahead).  Dairy is a little more tricky but you just have to be creative, so read on!

3. No oven.  Anything that needed to be cooked needed to be done beforehand, also meaning that whatever was cooked needed to taste good the next day either cold or room temp.

4. I wanted the process to be something the kids could participate and actually learn from.

So, after considering all of those requirements and my thorough French background, I decided on crepes! My inspiration stems from many of my adolescent summers at the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk drooling at Le Crepe Suzette.  And to this day, I have yet to find a more perfect crepe than those butter and sugar covered delicate treats.  Definitely. Bolus. Worthy.


I found a dairy-free recipe (crepe batter is remarkably simple) and made a few adjustments and pre-cooked 60 of them the night before.  The day of, I scrambled and cooked 4 eggs (based on a rough estimate of how many kids would want them), and microwaved 1/2 lb of bacon.  Most 2nd graders do not yet know the magic of the cast iron skillet and the effect it has on bacon and it shall stay that way for now.

I arrived at school with a lot of stuff.  The kids were thrilled, as they are when anyone or anything new arrives, and the fun began.  I will immediately apologize to any parents of aforementioned 2nd graders if they came home demanding to be the executive chef of your kitchen and proceeded to boss you around.  I have no idea where they got that information.  We spent as much time as they allow talking about ingredients and the cooking process and then they wanted to eat.  My initial plan was to have them participate completely, but with two desks as a cooking surface and 24 kids on the floor, we quickly moved to plan B.  With my daughter as my sous chef, we prepped and assembled the crepes and had the kids fold and eat them.  As a quick and healthy bonus, I asked the class who had ever tried/liked avocado and 2 children raised their hands (one of which was mine).  I then asked who did not like avocado and the remainder of the hands went up.  I then asked who had never tried avocado but didn’t think they would like it.  I’m sure you can figure out how many hands stayed up.  Finally, I asked those kids, if they would be willing to try something new and I soon had 3 volunteers.  They were given a crepe filled with eggs, bacon, avocado and fresh basil.  2 of the 3 liked it and one said it was good and bad.  While we didn’t have time to discuss the details of response #3, they all got a pack of sidewalk chalk for being my newest mini foodies!  Our dessert crepe consisted of mini marshmallows, sliced banana, crushed graham cracker (M enjoyed cracking a ziploc full of whole crackers with a kitchen hammer in front of her peers), and chocolate sauce that the teacher produced magically.


My little sous then got to take orders from the other 2nd grade teachers and deliver crepes with her classroom bestie and we wrapped it up.  I hope they had as much fun as I did, because I would do that every day if given the budget and the permission!

Delish Dairy Free Crepes

  • Servings: 30 crepes
  • Difficulty: easy
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1.5 C all-purpose flour
1/2 C whole wheat pastry flour
1/8 tsp. sea salt
4 eggs
1 C soy creamer
1 C vanilla soy milk
1 tsp vanilla extract









Sift flours and salt into a large mixing bowl then whisk together
Whisk in eggs one at a time
Add creamer and vanilla soy alternately 1/2 C at a time until you have a thick cream consistency
Refrigerate for an hour
Heat pan to medium heat







Pour 3-4 tbs. of batter onto the pan (I filled a 1/4C measuring cup about 1/2 way to scoop and pour)
Immediately spread batter as thin as possible with the flat end of a spatula (wooden works best)








Cook for 30 seconds and flip (I used an inverted spatula, you should totally get one)









Allow alternate side to cook for 30 second and remove from heat
Fill with sweet and/or savory ingredients and enjoy!

Crepes can be refrigerated for up to 2 days

Making It Work…#DBlogWeek


Heading to NYC this weekend to celebrate an amazing woman and her 60th birthday.  I give myself credit for 33 years of type 1 diabetes while my mother in law fights Multiple Sclerosis, Myasthenia Gravis, and still manages to get a beautifully written thank you card out within 24 hours.  She’s my idol, she makes chocolate chip cookies that I can’t even attempt to beat and she is just an all-around wonderful human being.

Since all of my efforts for the next 3 days will be focused on her happiness, I decided to link to a previous hacking post that I published a few months ago.  I don’t really have any other tricks than hiding my pump, so here you go!  What’s funny about this post is that it was my most read.  For about 3 minutes I was impressed with myself until I realized that the title implied a totally different kind of article!  Ha!!!

Have a great weekend!!

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Keep It Simple… #DBlogWeek Day 4


As much as it might make my life easier, I don’t compartmentalize.  I’m not capable of it.  My life is a mixture of mom, wife, diabetic, baker, runner, etc., etc.  They all have to work together (sometimes in perfect harmony, sometimes not) for them to work at all.  And after the first few years of trying desperately to keep up with Pinterest and the type A super-moms, I forced myself to stop and breathe and “keep it simple”.  When I’m on the verge of a meltdown because I’ve over-committed, I have 10 minutes to accomplish 3 hours worth of work and my blood sugar is 42, I keep it simple.  Stop.  Sit.  Eat.

And I’ll admit, sometimes keeping it simple is harder than running 13 miles straight, but I’m not a type A personality, I don’t like to say no, and I have to sleep a little.  Oh, and I have type 1 diabetes.  So, I guess keeping it simple is sometimes the secret to keeping me alive.

And by the way, I’m completely SHOCKED that I have blogged every day this week!!!!!!!  This one is short but I’m keeping it simple!!  :)










Mommy Got Low, Low, Low, Low…#DBlogWeek


I always acknowledge my “diaversary” along with the celebration of my birthday.  I was diagnosed around the age of 4 (not sure on the exact date), so I just subtract 4 from my age to figure out how long I’ve actually “had” type 1.  It also gives me the opportunity to ignore that time frame and focus on the sweet harmony of “Happy Birthday” because no one is going to start singing about diabetes.

That’s the funny thing about the whole Type 1 thing.  It’s so easy to ignore.  It’s very simple to just act “normal” and pretend like your blood sugar really isn’t 250 and you really don’t feel completely hung over for no reason.  It’s easy to eat whatever you feel like and forget to bolus.  It’s easy until you are looking at your husband like a deer in headlights with sweat pouring down your face, completely unaware that you are still in attendance at Easter Sunday mass and you are unable to answer if your blood sugar is low or not.  It’s hard to ignore when he is walking your sweaty, wobbly self into the lobby, leaving your kids with your in-laws, while you pour your last ounce of energy in trying to look inconspicuous, trying to look “normal”.  And as you stand in the lobby eating Skittles and listening to the organ music overhead, your only focus is how humiliated you feel.  In that moment, I feel completely helpless and entirely useless.  Those moments when everything was normal just a second ago and then everything is completely out of my control.  Those are the moments that I just hate.  There is not another word for that feeling.  Just hate.  Normalcy is so far gone, not only because I’m reminded of the fact that I have this disease, but my mental reaction is so far beyond rational thinking that I want terribly to “be normal” when I’m so physiologically incapable of it.  And to top it off, I usually treat my most important support person like total crap.  My poor husband who is trying everything he can to help me, has to get past his bitchy diabetic wife who thinks there is absolutely nothing wrong, in order to keep me from being completely unconscious.  I’m frankly surprised he hasn’t just waited for me to pass out to the make the whole process more efficient.  I would have :)

And then just like that, life is back to normal.  Skittles work their magic, I smile half-heartedly at my husband to let him know that I’m so embarrassed and more grateful than I could ever explain.  He puts his arm around me and I feel so loved and so taken care of that I’m grateful that I’m in church.  A perfect place to be grateful.  I make my way back into the church and realize that the majority of people sitting probably didn’t even realize I left and if they knew why, they would have been back there trying to help.

So while Type 1 is so easy to ignore, my advice is to be careful that you don’t.  Because just like that, it comes barging through the doors on Easter Sunday and slaps you right in the face forcing you to stop everything and pay attention to it.  Diabetes doesn’t like to be ignored, it likes a steady and consistent amount of attention.  It wants to be part of the family, included in your daily activities, acknowledged on holidays and special occasions.  Which is not even close to easy, but I have to admit, it’s worth it.

Hello, Nice to Meet You…


Hello, I’m Diabetes, it’s so nice to meet you.

I just attacked your pancreas, and I’ll try to defeat you.

Because of me you will test and get high and get low.

The meaning of A1C and ketones, so soon you will know.

But don’t worry yet, the end is not near.

There’s this #DOC group and they have no fear.

The blog and they tweet, they support and they’re sweet.

And if you’re strong and determined, you’ve got this thing beat.

But don’t forget those not as lucky as you.

The kids with parents that don’t know what to do.

Reach out and support, a hug or a smile.

It could change someone’s day and it won’t take awhile.

We are in this together, type 2 and type 1,

We can fight it stronger and maybe have fun :)

Whatcha Don’t Know… #DBlogWeek


This is my first contribution to my first #DBlogWeek.  The topic is activism/policy/advocacy and I’m going to be completely honest with you.  I have had type 1 diabetes for 33 years and I can’t consider myself an advocate.

I am so heavily involved in non-profit fundraising.  I’ve run races, volunteered at countless events, I even baked, frosted and delivered 37 dozen cupcakes in 48 hours to raise money for the Red Cross this year.  You would think that with all of the time spent donating, some of it would have been for something diabetes-related. But it hasn’t.

It’s not that I don’t see it as an important cause, it’s not that I don’t have a passion for awareness and fundraising.  It’s really about a smidge of denial.  Everything that I’ve donated my time and money toward was always to benefit those in dire need.  Those who had lost everything in a tornado, those battling cancer, kids suffering through bone marrow transplants.  But diabetes was something that I have lived with for so long and that I could control, it wasn’t as important as all of those other causes.

What I realized as I tried to think of what I would write about with this post was that it’s not about me.  It’s about the child recently diagnosed whose parents can’t afford medication.  It’s about the type 2 patient who has no access to support or education.  It’s about the people that haven’t been as lucky as I have to have access and support.  It’s also about me being able to face that the disease that I have is serious enough that it does need attention.

I have no idea how much of a struggle it was for my parents to afford medication and supplies for not one but two diabetic children (my sister is also type 1).  They never let us know if there was any difficulty with providing us with what we needed (which I’m sure there was since my dad was self-employed and my mom was at home with us).  But every time I think of a parent who is not only struggling with a sick child but also struggling to afford the ridiculously expensive medication that is required to keep their child alive, my heart breaks.

So that is where my passion for policy and advocacy lies.  For the kids whose parents need more.  More support, more funding, more supplies, more help with keeping their kids alive.  No parent should have to tell their child that they can’t afford to keep them alive.  My hope is that I can find a way to be a part of that help.

Happy Super Hero Day to all of the Diabetic Mommies


This is going to be a quick post because I have a lot to celebrate.  Today is Mother’s Day, my birthday, and the day that I celebrate my 33 year old “Diaversary”.  I don’t have an exact date on my diagnosis so I just go with my birthday since it was “right around” when I turned 4.

Today I am 37 years old (even though I’ve been telling people I was 37 for the last 6 months :), I have been a diabetic for 33 years, and I am on my 8th year as a mom with Type 1.  I’m a freaking super-hero, in my opinion, along with all of the pancreatically challenged super-heros out there.

Moms with diabetes are pregnant and pumping, parenting and bolusing, helping with homework and carb counting, the list goes on and on.  We had to work hard to have our babies.  The first half of both of my pregnancies, my insulin was cut in half and the second half, my insulin requirement was double what I needed pre-pregnancy.  I was obsessive about my control to the extent of testing my blood glucose 10 times a day.  And when I saw my daughter for the first time, all of my motivation was confirmed with a blink of her little tiny eyes.


Then came my beefy 9.5 pounder 3 years later.  My little fat and happy munchkin is now an incredibly active 5 year old that melts my heart every other minute.


And for years after that miraculous moment that I saw them for the first time, they remain my motivation every day.   I fight this stupid disease that requires so much of my attention so that I can be there for every moment of everything.  So I don’t lose my vision.  So I don’t lose circulation in my feet.

When people, no matter how little, love you with limitless proportions, you can find the motivation to move mountains, or at least your A1C in the right direction.

I am actually started the celebration yesterday with lunch and cocktails with my other biggest supporter (who happens to have a birthday 2 days after mine).   There’s so much to toast to. 37 years of living, 33 years of type 1, zero complications, 2 awesome little human beings I get to call my kids, an amazing partner in crime (and marriage), and working my ass off to make sure I’m alive and healthy to be thankful for all of it.

So, if you have a second this today, raise a glass (if you are a diabetic, make sure it’s a low-carb cocktail or mocktail :) and drink to motivation.  I found mine and I can’t get enough of it. Oh, and to super-hero-ness, drink to that too!!!  Cheers!!!


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