Another Year Older


Ma Ladies

Hello, howdy, long time no talk. Since we last spoke (or since you’ve last read) I turned 22, had quite a few up and downs in my blood sugar and realized I should probably start looking for a job for after graduation. Because as I keep saying in these posts (probably more in an effort to convince myself than to remind you) graduation is coming up. But, like, it’s really happening.

Last week we had a “100 days until graduation party” (despite the fact that it was actually 87 days until graduation, el oh el- I’m assuming it had something to do more with nailing down the venue and less with Boston University’s inability to count) and it really hit me. And I don’t mean the frat bros spilling beer everywhere I turned, but hit me in more of a metaphorical, where did the time go, sense.

Anyways, I digress on the whole graduation front [for now].

After a birthday celebration with some of my friends Friday night, I learned first hand how much alcohol affects blood sugar the next day. Okay, so obviously I’ve already experienced the post-drinking lows, but nothing to this magnitude.

After waking up with a relatively low number, and a relatively horrible hangover, I spent the day in bed until I ventured out to meet a friend, and afterwards walked along the Esplanade. For all of you non-Bostonians, the Esplanade wraps around the Charles River and is gorgeous. Anyways, Saturday’s temperature rose to a boiling 55 degrees in Boston,  in mid/late February. I find this disturbing, but that’s a post for another time.

I walked entirely too much in the beautiful warm(ish) winter air, and experienced a low. This time, however, my Continuous Glucose Monitor (CGM) was/is a month expired (unbeknownst to me) and therefore extremely less accurate in its readings. After figuring this out, and chugging a bottle of orange juice like it was my job, I had to make a stop at my friend’s apartment before proceeding the next block to mine. What is life?

This May marks both graduation and the two year anniversary of my Type 1 diagnosis.

If you had asked me five years ago if I thought type 1 diabetes was in my future, I would have turned an even paler shade of white, let out a nervous giggle, and said hell no.

I never would have thought that this is where I’d be at 22, chugging orange juice and resting after a long walk, probably looking worse for wear and closer to 82 than my young age.

My friends often ask me how I do it. I know i’ve said this a few times, but that question always makes me think. Because to me, life isn’t about “doing it,” but more about the journey. I need to find who I am while I’m still young, before I find myself looking a mirror in 30 years wondering where the time went, and when I lost myself along the way.

Do I want to be known for my disease? As the diabetic girl? No. But for better or worse, and let’s be honest, it’s a disease so it’s mostly been for worse, this is a part of me now. But here I am, calloused fingers and all, and I think I’m finally becoming okay with it.



[Almost] Feeling 22

Long time no type! My bad, I’ve been busy writing for basically every other outlet than my own blog. El oh el, priorities people, I’m working on them. Any who, as I am sure many of you already know from my various social media, Self Magazine published one of my articles on! You can check it out here. Still feeling #blessed that people actually want to read what I have to say, in a world-wide publication.

Meanwhile, I am writing to you from the comfort of my bed, as I have quite the cold and need to feel 100% for my 22nd birthday tomorrow. Feeling a tad nostalgic as I celebrated my 21st in London Town last year with my twin, and this year I’ll celebrate in the tundra that is Boston (wind chills up to -30 degrees tomorrow, why did I leave Florida again?). So no complaints about being wrapped up in my down comforter in the meantime.

Someone asked me yesterday if I was feeling 22, and I had to admit that I had no idea what 22 entails. I know that I will graduate (fingers crossed) in May. That I will move from Boston towards Manhattan (fingers crossed for a job). I know that I will part ways with many friends in search of the second part of my life; that of a post-grad. Life after schooling and before my career. I may not know much about 22, and Taylor Swift may be right in that it feels like “happy free confused and lonely in the best way.” But then again, maybe that’s just your 20’s in general. I’ll have to keep you updated year by year for that one.

Anyways, time to dig in on some (okay probably just one…or two a day, the rest for my friends; #diabetethis) of these cupcakes my amazing parents sent me for my birthday. Shout out to mom and dad for always making my (our, I am a twin after-all, hi Laura!) birthday feel special.



Thanks mom and dad and Georgetown Cupcakes!

Happy Valentines/Galentines Day!

Stay beautiful and warm peeps


Maybe a Little Too Much Icing

Long time no blog! I was busy studying for finals and turning 21. I cannot believe i’m 21.

To be honest the milestone was kind of anticlimactic compared to a celebration in the States. After all, 18 is the big birthday over here. But I had an amazing birthday with the help of my beautiful friends, despite the fact that I could legally drink 3 years ago.

The real MVP’s of this year’s birthday were my amazing friends i’ve made abroad, (giving me a chocolate cake!), and my besties back in Boston. I don’t like to be sappy, but they sent me cupcakes and a bouquet of flowers, and made sure that I got all of my presents in time for my birthday…all the way from Boston. I mean who does that? I think I lucked out.

Anywho, the cupcakes proved a real test to my will power (and blood sugar), but I managed to share more than half and eat small amounts of the cupcakes over time. I deem my first diabetic birthday a success (minus the occasional high numbers)!

Thanks Jen and Kat!

Thanks Jen and Kat!

21 feels the same as 20, with a few minor differences. This may seem obvious, and we all know it’s happening but seldom acknowledge this fact: we’re growing up. I say we because we all do it, it cannot be stopped. Peter Pan had it wrong. Why would you want to stay young forever, when the future holds the potential of new adventures?

Speaking of adventures, I’m headed to Spain for the week to brush up on my Spanish and feel the warmth of the sun on my extremely pale face.

Have a great week everyone, I’ll post again once I’m back from España.