I'm a 31 y.o. married type 1 diabetic. Originally from NY, I have lived in Utah for 7 years. I wasn't planning on staying here but I met my husband. And, oh yeah, got diabetes right after that at age 25. I've been on the pump for 1 year and I love it.

Even after 6 years (this month), I still don't feel like a "real" diabetic. I didn't grow up with it and I'm self-conscious that I'm not the stereotypical skinny type 1. I still have periods of denial and have literally a whole life of terrible non-D eating habits to get over. Frankly, I didn't find life particularly easy half the time pre-D, so I was really in trouble after diagnosis.

I struggle with my weight a lot and have gained 30 lbs since diagnosis (when I was probably at a good weight). Type 2 runs in my family and I must be insulin resistant as I sure do take a lot of insulin.

Over the years, I have had "bursts" of good and bad, and it's getting harder to get good results after periods of bad. I feel like mentally I should be able to get a grip on this thing, but I get frustrated a lot. As I am getting older and don't want to miss the opportunity to have a family... well, let's say it's time to grow up.

I added some photos of my dogs, Legend and Lore. They are my babies and bring me a lot of joy. I find the unconditional love of a dog is one of the sweetest, truest things in the world.