About two years ago I was a BIG size 20. Today, I’m down to a size 16; still big, but not as big, and I can proudly say that I can wear some clothes that is a size 14. I still have a ways to go, but I’m inching downward. You may remember from Part 1 of my diary, that this is a new job and that while I am working fewer hours, I had a lag in insurance coverage. I’m getting closer to having health insurance, and I’m sure once I see the doctor, he’ll be outraged at my A1C levels and he’ll send me to yet another dietitian that gives me yet another routine to follow. I’ve seen so many dietitians, and I’ve been told I can have as much protein as I want and others have told me no beans, no pasta, no bread and all the green stuff I want. I’ll come home and—with Julio’s help and cooking—try to do it again, but in the end I will have to get the buy-in from everyone at home, and I don’t know if that will happen anytime soon. They tend not to eat, as they are used to our meat, beans and rice diet. I am the only diabetic at home and although I don’t want the kids to end up like me, I can’t make them change; I can only keep encouraging the change—and the exercise. It’s the reason I bought them a trampoline and a basketball hoop. It’s the reason we pay for them to participate in after-school activities, such as the running club my daughter is a member of. Despite the progress I’ve made personally, I get discouraged at times because although I have dropped some weight, the diabetes is still with me.