And yet I feel like my entire being has been crushed, ground, and pulverized. To be frank, I like sugar, sweet foods, and carbohydrates. Giving up soda has already been tremendously difficult, branching out into ... well ... nearly all of the other foods that I enjoy eating is heart-rending (metaphorically speaking, since it turns out that enjoying those foods is actually heart-rending). Now, I know that I can still have some of these foods in very small portions on occasion (except pop; soda is completely forbidden ... even the sugar substitute kind) and that with these lifestyle changes, I will hopefully keep this disease in check. Still I feel betrayed.
In truth, I've been lucky. I discovered that I had diabetes because of this change in jobs and the requirement that I had to take a physical (which I probably would have avoided for quite a while otherwise). I didn't notice any symptoms. We are at a point where I can probably avoid any noticeable ill effects from this disease through proper diet, exercise, and medication. Well ... any ill effects other than losing so many of the foods that I love.
It could be worse, much worse. However, that doesn't stop me from dipping into a bit of self-pity.