Passing Through: Recovery from Diabetes and Food Addiction

I was approaching my 37th birthday, and slowly killing myself. At just under five foot eight, I weighed almost 400lbs and was a “Bad Diabetic,” as my elderly mother declares, as if there were any other kind. When I was diagnosed in 1988, Diabetes education was all but absent from medicine and Diabetes was not the national epidemic it is today. I did little to address the disease and eventually was taking more than the maximum doses of oral anti-diabetic medication and insulin injections, an...