This was a very good weekend for a fight fan...whether you're an MMA fan or a boxing fan, you likely got your fix this past Saturday night...which got me thinkin...
There are so many things that I choose to fight on a regular basis...traffic...ignorance...my alarm clock most mornings.
But let me tell you all one thing that I'm no longer fighting...it's something that I know many of you folks still choose to "fight" everyday, and I can't blame ya.
It's my good friend Type 1 diabetes. Yeah, that's right...I've decided that from now on he's gonna be my buddy. My pal. My main man, if you will.
I know a lot of you angry, edgy, non-instrument playing rockstars (ahem) have made a solemn vow to keep on fighting Type 1 diabetes till the day you die...and that's your decision to live with...so good luck with that...let me know how that works out for you.
As for me, I'll be forever chillin with my buddy Type 1. You know, if you give him a chance, you might realize that he's not so bad of a guy. I mean, he can motivate you to do really good things for yourself. Exercise. Eat better. Lose weight. Even learn discipline and self control.
He might even introduce you to some really cool people that he knows. You'll be surprised how well connected he is.
Now I'll admit, he's not the easiest guy to get along with. He's kind of a pain in the arse a lot of the time, and hanging around the guy when he's having a bad day could have you feeling like total crap. The dude can be extremely tough to please, and he has a tendency to stick out like a sore thumb at the absolute worst times and places.
I've never in my life met anyone that needed more attention.
But here's a news flash folks...if you've already met the guy, then you know that he ain't going anywhere. I've asked him to leave, even for a little while, but he just keeps hanging around like luggage. So you might as well play nice and listen to him, even when he doesn't make any freekin sense. Heck, you might even want to thank him once in a while for helping you become a stronger person.
I know...it's weird.
Fight him, curse him, embrace him, hate him...do whatever you like, it's your choice. But whatever you do, don't ignore him and pretend he's not there. Because, my dear friends, when you do that, he'll silently take years off your precious life.
OK enough with this cheesy metaphor.
But seriously, I urge all you Type 1's out there to take another look at your diabetes. How are you handling it? Is it a battle? a struggle? a friendship? or worse, no relationship at all?
The fact that you're reading this is already a testament to your awareness. But I challenge you to take it even further...
...I want you to swallow your pride, put down the gloves, look him square in the eyes and give your Type 1 diabetes a big ole' awkward hug (try not to wince)....
See...now that wasn't so bad, was it? LOL...I bet you're feeling better already.