I have "officially" had Type 2 diabetes for a week now. Since then, I've lost 7 lbs. and completely changed my eating habits. My numbers are still in the low 200's, though I did have one day last week where it was in the high 100's. Considering that I've had after-meal spikes in the 300's, I will take the high 1's for now. I just increased my dose of Met to 1000 mg., so that should help too.
I've been going through the 7 stages of grief. Some days I'm OK, other days I live in abject terror of something bad happening. I'm so scared I'm going to die. My vision has been pretty blurry the past few days, which scares me. I do have an appt. with the eye doctor. Making that appt. helped me feel in control.
I'm a control freak by nature, with OCD tendencies. Those things actually help with diabetes management, I think. But the flip side is that I spend a lot of time worrying, which does NOT help. I'm trying to take things one day at a time.
One intersting thing - I thought for sure I would just DIE if I couldn't eat bread and pasta and potatoes. But the thing is, I haven't craved those things at all. I'm starting to think I just ate them out of habit, and because I was stuck in that awful cycle of carb-loading, then crashing, then needing to carb-load again.
Positive things: I've lost 28 lbs. since May. One thing this disease is going to force me to do is lose weight, which is GOOD. I needed to anyway. As a dear friend of mine always says, "Onward!"