It was in the mid 80’s I believe I was a teenager when my mother was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. I have heard of it but didn’t realize the seriousness of it till it hit home. This nurse came to the house to tell my mother what all she could and couldn’t do then made sure I was there to listen as well. I remember her (the nurse) showing me how to give my mom her an insulin shot. Needles! I hated them. Sometimes I gave it to her and sometimes she did it herself, but after a while, they took her off the shots and put her on Glucophage aka metformin. That’s when I learned about insulin dependent and noninsulin. I was so glad she didn’t have to do those shots, and so was she. But I was still concern about how serious it was and how restricted her life seemed. Since then I’ve seen her go in and out of the hospital from diabetic comas to amputation along side with other medical problems not related to diabetes. Eventually, diabetes ended up being the cause of her death. But I can remember her keep saying to me “please don’t end up like me.” ” please take care of yourself.” Now here I am heading down the same road anyway! But I tell you it’s hard to break old habits especially when it comes to eating and being accustom to particular types of foods that you are always craving. You don’t want to stop! You’re enjoying yourself. But being at a 6.2 to 6.5 is no joke, and I’m horrified now and I know I’m going to have to take my life more seriously. Listen to your Mother.