I wrote a post the other day on the  I hate diabetes (type 1) facebook page responding to an exasperated mother reaching out for advice for her son, and after I wrote it, I had one of those moments where I felt that I should maybe take my own advice, the post was as follows:

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I am doing my best. I need to tell myself that more. I am doing my best. Even when I slip up, I am doing my best to live with this, to balance my health, what I am supposed to do, what I want, old habits, “the shoulds,” other people’s wanted or unwanted input, my emotional reactions… all this while being emotionally and physically affected by my blood sugar, something I have little control over — something I try to dominate with insulin, and diet, and exercise, but will NEVER MASTER. I cannot win at diabetes. I can only do my best. As a type-A overachieving perfectionist, this is going to be hard to accept, but I can work on it on day at a time, remembering to be gentle with myself and start each day from the beginning, not carrying over guilt or hubris from the day before. Today I will do my best.

*I realize that the above is a large statement, but hey, if I don’t have a goal, I wouldn’t have anything to strive for