Antsy Bea

ant·sy/ˈantsē/
Adjective: Agitated, impatient, or restless.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
drifting through the wind
wanting to start again?

I can consider myself a happy person. I have relatively good health, a husband who adores me (and I adore back), a job I enjoy, enough toys to keep me entertained, etc. My life is good, no doubt about it. But there are some days when I feel restless; my uncle would call it “El aquí no es,” which means I just can’t find/figure myself.

I know I’m antsy when my thoughts start being all over the place and I try to do too many things at the same time without really paying attention to any of them. I read two pages of a book and then switch to another activity. I withdraw and get quiet because my head is so full I can’t stand getting extra input. I start thinking of things I want to buy and go on a crazy online window shopping without actually buying anything. Like trying to fill a void or give my life some purpose. It bothers me for a while, but it also helps me center myself and reorganize my life.

Hopefully the antsy phase will pass soon and I can re-focus. And of course this is one of those times where I really should get serious about meditation. But housework will do for now. The clothes are not going to fold themselves.

Why Betizuka?

Some people think it’s a funny name and many have asked me “What does Betizuka mean?” That I don’t know, you will have to ask my friend Monica who coined the word one day while walking down to the library when we were in college back in 1994. She just called me Betizuka, I liked it and I kept it. I love how it sounds and I like the way my husband uses it when he’s looking for me at a store; it makes me laugh. It’s unique.

So thank you, Moni, for giving me my online presence name way ahead of time. :)

P.S. The whole saying bye-bye to the blog thing didn’t work.

Type What?

I’ve been thinking a lot before posting this. I even picked some people’s brains, mostly type 2′s. I don’t want to offend anyone or sound resentful. It’s just that sometimes I feel so invisible because I have type 2 diabetes… and apparently I’m not the only one. We’re kinda the ones “responsible” for our condition, and even though I know many people in the diabetes community don’t make the difference between all types of diabetes, there are still many others who think we don’t have to deal with “that much” and that we’re a bunch of irresponsible wimps with no character. After all, eat better, exercise, lose weight and your diabetes will be gone… *poof*, right? NO, not right.

If you’ve seen me you’re probably thinking I would get rid of my diabetes if I just lost all this darn weight. But you probably don’t know that I do have a very significant hormonal imbalance. After 10 years I finally was informed of a possible cause for my condition. Not that I didn’t know my hormones are the crankiest on earth, but the fertility doctor added PCOS to the equation. And I think the PCOS is as old as I am… completely ignored and untreated and here I’ve been thinking why I just feel crazy. But I digress… what I’m saying is that sometimes it’s not that easy. I’m not saying it may be not that easy for me (my major problem is my difficulty to gather the will power to do what’s right), but I don’t like generalizations. And when type 1′s hate on type 2′s, that is just not right.

I realize that part of problem may be just in my head. And I know no one else judges me the way I judge myself, so most of the things I believe people think are only in my head. But I wanted to write about this and see if I get some input. I spend a lot of time advocating for ALL types of diabetes and I don’t think anyone would appreciate if one day I decided I’m just going to care about type 2.

 

Double D

Diabetes + Depression. It’s a constant, double struggle. You need motivation to get your life and health in order, and there’s this extra weight on your shoulders pulling you down. Been there, done that… still deal with it every single day because my depression seems to be as chronic as my diabetes. It makes things harder in every sense with the lack of energy, the low self-esteem that comes with it and the feeling that it doesn’t matter what I do things will never get better. So why bother?

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just lazy with my diabetes, but then I figure I’m not the only one who wakes up some days wishing it’s all gone so I don’t have to work on it because it’s darn annoying. I look at myself in the mirror and I see (I know!) I have to do so much better than this and stop using excuses. But for me, it’s not only about food choices, exercise and taking my medication… I struggle very hard to keep my sanity as well. I know that if I forget to take my happy pills everything else will fall apart. Then it becomes a vicious cycle: my diabetes and my weight issues make me depressed, and my depression takes away my motivation. It’s so much fun… NOT!

During the Roche Social Media Summit I had the chance to listen to Dr. William Polonsky from the Diabetes Behavioral Institute. He basically said we need to take a vacation from diabetes from time to time and do it smartly. I wrote some about it in my previous post. At the end of the session people started sharing personal stories and I was afraid to talk. First because I’m stupidly conscious about my accent, and second because I avoid public speaking like the plague, especially when it’s about feelings and personal trials and tribulations. But then I gathered some courage and I told everyone in that room how I feel: Sometimes I think I’m not worth it. Sometimes I think it wouldn’t  be a big loss if I wasn’t around. I heard all kinds of “What are you talking about? I’d miss you! You’re wonderful!” — I technically know all that, but my depression speaks too loud sometimes.

After I was approached by several people to thank me for saying what they feel but are never able to express, I felt like some of that weight was lifted off my shoulders. I’ve always know I’m not the only one dealing with depression and diabetes. But knowing that I can openly talk about it and ask for help and support certainly makes things easier. Especially when I can related to those who have to fight the diabetes dude every day.

I know that my health will greatly improve when I start making the right choices, not just for a day but for a life. But in order to achieve that I need my mental checkout from time to time. And happy pills it is.

The things I keep…

My husband is starting a new job today, so he needed to bring his ID and I keep everything in a magical place called my grandma’s little purse. Yes, she used to carry her money and important papers in a funny-looking, snake-skinnish purse when she went to run errands. I don’t remember how I ended up inheriting it, but it became some kind of safe for me. I keep passports, SS cards, credit cards for emergencies, and other things. Amongst those “important” documents there is one thing I always think I should throw away, but I never do: an old plane ticket, the one I bought when I decided that I could conquer the world and move back to Canada by myself after my divorce. I look at that ticket and I feel the same fear-excitement I felt 6 years ago. It is a two-way ticket that didn’t get used to go back because I didn’t give up.

One of my recent online discoveries is Mike Lawson’s What Some Would Call Lies and he has a pretty good collection of what he calls Mirror Mantras. Today’s mantra made me think of that plane ticket. And because it’s awesome, I’m posting it here.

It caught my eye because it’s true. Some of us seem to think we can’t do or be what we want, or we don’t see our true potential. For me, moving back to Canada by myself was a huge step. I grew up being a very sheltered person, always with someone by my side either to tell me what to do, or do things for me. In the face of adversity I understood I couldn’t keep living like that and I had to face my fears… the biggest one: being alone. I thought I wasn’t strong, I thought I wasn’t brave, I thought I couldn’t do it. But then I changed my mind and I did what I had to do. In 6 years I was able to walk a path that has lead me to where I am right now and my life is nothing but wonderful.

So that old plane ticket is a reminder of all the things I’m capable of and I’m not ready to put it in the garbage just yet. But thankfully I now share my life with someone who reminds me of my potential every single day, so the ticket is just a nice memento.