Tonight I was feeling discouraged, like I'm making no progress at all. You can't even notice the 6 kgs I've lost. I tried on a dress that used to be tight on me; it's still tight on me. It just felt like nothing was happening. I wanted to give it all up.

Then I thought - what else is there? What is the alternative? And, in all honesty, there is none. It isn't like this is a diet for a day or a month or a year. My health is failing and this is the ONLY way to fix it. The only way. Without these lifestyle changes I'll become increasingly dependant on drugs while my body deteriorates. I'll risk blindness and amputation and recurring outbreaks of thrush. To paraphrase - diabetes is for life, not just for Christmas.

So I told my inner petulant child to shut the hell up; told my inner bimbo to get lost. Deep down I know that I'm doing the right thing, the only thing. This is my life now. This is the way it has to be.