Fuck My Disability

To my family I’m supposedly disabled but the judge didn’t see that. What’s more my diabetes is so in control that I’m perfect. I’m still trying to nail an average of 125. Tonight I wake up at 3 a.m. I was 149 at  2 a.m. My deadline for perfect is May 31st, 2016, my diagnosis anniversary. My deadline for 161 is this Sunday. My deadline for 125 is May 31st. Shit if my last blood sugar was 280 and 270. Curses on the chocolate chip cookie I had as morning snack and vanilla yogurt.

I was trying to avoid chocolate or my Chewy Quaker Granola. I’m a sugar addict. I happen to know a lot about sugar addiction from sheer observation. I’m almost an expert. If you feel you need help with sugar addiction, please see my website at IriatheIrrepressible.com. I can help you with suggesting you eat cheese instead of sugar. It does me some good. I had two swiss cheese slices at 80 calories each at 10 last night. And my 9 p.m. snack was half a pizza stick from Safeway. Perhaps it kept me away from the granola bar. Chocolate covered yum. Okay, I have to stop thinking about granola. I turned in all my pagan school papers for the day. That much distracted me from chocolate.