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Okay, so I'm probably going to get mocked mercilessly here, but I figure I haven't updated my blog for over a month, so I'll just come out with what's going on my life.
I got diagnosed with Type 2 DIabetes on Thursday, meaning that I have to get my blood sugar under control or I'll, well, I'll die, and not pleasantly (dying pleasantly is your heart giving out while having sex with a 19 year old golddigger when you're 100).
Anyway, it's the fault of my father, who gave me the gene for it in the first place, and my own fault, for having such a shitty diet.
Luckily, I have friends who will help me. Some are in the medical field, some are diabetics themselves, and others are simply supportive. The lady I'm dating now is going to start setting up exercise dates to get my weight down. Personally, I'm looking forward to the showering after the exercise is through...
Er, anyway. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Diabetes. Fuck.
Okay, so I'm probably going to get mocked mercilessly here, but I figure I haven't updated my blog for over a month, so I'll just come out with what's going on my life.
I got diagnosed with Type 2 DIabetes on Thursday, meaning that I have to get my blood sugar under control or I'll, well, I'll die, and not pleasantly (dying pleasantly is your heart giving out while having sex with a 19 year old golddigger when you're 100).
Anyway, it's the fault of my father, who gave me the gene for it in the first place, and my own fault, for having such a shitty diet.
Luckily, I have friends who will help me. Some are in the medical field, some are diabetics themselves, and others are simply supportive. The lady I'm dating now is going to start setting up exercise dates to get my weight down. Personally, I'm looking forward to the showering after the exercise is through...
Er, anyway. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Diabetes. Fuck.
I got diagnosed with Type 2 DIabetes on Thursday, meaning that I have to get my blood sugar under control or I'll, well, I'll die, and not pleasantly (dying pleasantly is your heart giving out while having sex with a 19 year old golddigger when you're 100).
Anyway, it's the fault of my father, who gave me the gene for it in the first place, and my own fault, for having such a shitty diet.
Luckily, I have friends who will help me. Some are in the medical field, some are diabetics themselves, and others are simply supportive. The lady I'm dating now is going to start setting up exercise dates to get my weight down. Personally, I'm looking forward to the showering after the exercise is through...
Er, anyway. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Diabetes. Fuck.