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Day 2 - Sinking In Hopefully

So I'm diabetic and hypertensive... It used to be so easy to decide what I'll eat and how much -- it used to be anything I thought of, and as much as I can have. Today is different: I've got to follow the diet else risk worsening the situation I'm in.

I'm taking five different medicines: one for diabetes, one for hypertension, one for fixing my digestive tract functions, one for the ulcers, one for the esophagus' wounds. I take some before meals, some before breakfast, some after meals. Figuring out the schedule takes time and I think I'm going to get the hang of it after a few days or after a week.

This is just another challenge which I hope I can overcome soon. I just have to make it part of my routine -- drink meds before eating, eat what's allowable, drink meds after eating. I should get some exercise into the mix as well but not too much since I have Mitral Valve Prolapse. Given that I need to lose weight to keep the diabetes under control and to get to a healthier state (am 40 pounds overweight, technically obese) it's going to get tough pretty soon fast.

All this has got to sink into me sometime and it's happening by the day. It's all good though, as long as I know I'm going to get better and that someone out there loves me for who I am with the diseases and the flaws, that's reason enough to go on and fight.

I keep telling myself I'll get better and I know somehow it's going to sink in.

Until tomorrow.

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