Hey Vallejo!
Doing a poke bowl party for a friend's birthday this weekend and looking for recommendations on where to find fresh salmon and tuna. I figure worst case scenario there's a good smoke salmon guy at the Walnut Creek Farmers market but I'd prefer plain raw salmon and tuna if anyone has a recommendation!
Hi. I'm newly diagnosed - A1C 7.9, fasting glucose 140. I'm 38.
I'm terrified of my mom finding out, which means I cannot tell her or any of my siblings. I have a typical Boomer almond mom- she works out obsessively and counts calories. She put me on my first diet at age 5 when it gained some weight and I've been on that messy cycle ever since. Before I was out of high school she'd had me do the grapefruit diet, weight watchers, curves gym, low carb, etc. She would always buy my sisters more back to school clothes because "mine were more expensive" because I'm fat and she thought it was only fair to spend the same amount of money. I had to constantly do laundry.
I was the only one of her four kids to move out at 18. I absolutely hate dieting because it reminds me of all the shaming. I'm not as keen on most exercise as I should be either because it was used as a punishment whenever I gained weight. It was also used to set me apart from my smaller sisters- holiday gifts for them would be Barbies, legos, board and video games, etc. I got tennis rackets, a thing to help me do sit ups, and diet books.
About two years ago I had an ovarian cancer scare and major surgery. That led to my divorce (15 years together and he couldn't be bothered to spend time with me during a scary stay in the oncology ward, wouldn't take a day off work for my surgery, let me come home to a dirty house, then "threw his back out" so I was back to doing chores 3 days post laparotomy which led to infection and complications). Fortunately the masses were benign and I left him asap.
Recovery was hard. Divorce was expensive and hard. Food was comforting and I gained a lot of weight. And I was already overweight when it all started. Physical activity was hard because of the complicated recovery. I developed a hernia because I didn't have time to let my abdominal muscles recover correctly before I had to handle things like housework and later moving.
And now this. I'm devastated because my mom and older sister have always emphasized that diabetes would be the result if I "let myself go" any further than I already had.
I don't know what to do. I have paperwork in place saying my girlfriend is my emergency contact. I moved 2,000 miles away from home a few months ago because I just needed space from everything, especially my family. But my mom is still legally my next of kin. She believes she is entitled to all my health information because she has it for my sisters who are also unmarried.
My girlfriend and I are doing our state's paperwork to be legal domestic partners but we wanted to wait to get married until after we lived together a few more years and saved up for both a home down payment (half way there!) and a wedding. But the paperwork stops at state borders. Idk. Do I just get married so I can make sure my mom doesn't get to find out I'm diabetic if there's an emergency?
I'm so scared she's going to find out and yell at me about how it's my fault. Then our entire extended family will find out and judge me.
Can anyone relate?