In July of 2015, after almost losing my life to the flesh eating disease, I was diagnosed with T1D. Because of all of the infection, antibiotics, meds, and such, my pancreas stopped working. So, at the age of 51, I learned my future would consist of insulin, carb counting, etc. I did fairly well with everything until this past February, when one of my closest friends was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I turned to carbs for comfort, stopped exercising, and have gained so much weight. I have put off going to the doctor, and well, generally, taking care of myself. Well, my dear friend passed away two weeks ago. I'm feeling so very sad, and so tired. I hear her voice (she was a nurse), asking me, "How is your sugar?", "Have you eaten?", "How are you feeling?". I'm recognizing that I need to change everything. It's time to stop feeling sorry for myself, and taking action, to feel better...to stop feeling like a lethargic blob. I found this site today, as a gift, as I saw a post from a year ago, when my husband shared the "To love a Diabetic" poem on my FB page. I took it as a sign. I need accountability. I need to hold MYSELF accountable. I need to change everything. Hopefully, I can find some help here. It's clear to say that I have been living in denial for the past six months. It's time to wake up. I encourage all sorts of advice here, and look forward to reading, and learning, from all of your experience and knowledge. Make it a great day everyone.