Food - Friend or Foe?

I realize my diagnosis of type 2 comes down to Genetics, my love of food and extra weight. It doesn't seem right to blame the diabetes to weight. I have relatives with the same faulty genes who weigh much more than I ever have and they do not have diabetes. Or they do have diabetes and the are oblivious to it. I figured out a year ago that there was something more to the cyst and the cellulitis. The Comblete Blood Test after the cellulitis stated the obvious and the elevated glucose was a big indicator (kick in the head) something was up. It's like this heinous cyst was pulsating on my chest, saying wake up dingbat, you have diabetes. The cyst took months to heal after lancing. The cellulitis was the result of the lancing.

I knew I possibly had diabetes but soon turned back to food after getting Bikini ready. Yes had to wear a bikini last year, with a small weightloss I had a healthy BMI. I walked and diet got me Bikini ready. I looked and felt great. By August I was back to eating junk and I did gain over the holidays.

I spent months eating whatever I wanted and drinking MT Dew, Coke or whatever I wanted to. I don't drink alcohol but food was my poison. The last dessert I ate that was full sugar was lemon meringue. Incidentally the next day was the life changing glucose reading 407.

On the day of my diagnosis my Dr called me fat (he technically said I am overweight), I was less than 8 lbs from a year ago.  What the hell?? I briefly fell in the obese category 6 years ago , I admit that. I lost 40 lbs and was in a size 10 again. Last  summer I wore a size 6 to 8 in jeans depending how they are made. I'm back in an 8 as I've lost weight not eating sugar and limited carbohydrates. The weightloss has been in my hips and around ribcage. My legs are like twigs as are my arms.  I decided 135-140 lbs would be idea and not becoming a stick insect again.

It's so difficult not caving to food cravings but I haven't yet. I would love one carbohydrate fest but I can't. Food needs to nourish my body so It's a friend but can quickly become an enemy if I allow it to. If I get the diabetes under control and lose a few pounds I can perhaps take less medicine but the type 2 will always be there waiting for me to mess up. And I would mess up. I'm not perfect, who is?