Well, I should have known that before too long the devil would ride past me and my junk food ways, laughing and pointing, poking fun at me, saying, " I curse you with diabetes, you fat sow, now what you gonna do (insert evil laugh)???!!!" Now what can I say, except for I had it coming, with no restraint as to what I put in my body, knowing that diabetes runs thick in my family. My uncle died at the tender age of 33 because he didn't take care of or manage his like he should have. I've got two kids and I'll be damned if I let that monstrous, life-wrecking disease take me out of this world before I see my own grand kids. That being said, I feel a lot better now.