I promised myself that I would have a perfect month of May with my diabetes. I thought I knew what to eat. I thought I would have blood in range. I thought if I exercised, I would lose weight. Guess what? None of this happened. I obviously ate some wrong food with still doing trial and error. My blood was never consistent–more like a roller coaster. Exercise and lose weight—-not a chance; I gained. I am going to finish the promise I made to exercise every day in May—four more to go. Then I am over that misery since it does nothing. I keep a detailed record of what I eat and there is no correlation. If I eat a salad; blood’s up. If I eat a sandwich, blood’s up. Whatever I eat doesn’t matter. So now, I don’t know anything else to do. I obviously cannot control diabetes; it’s going to kill me, so why even try? I’ve been consumed by this disease since diagnosed over a year ago. I am tired of being addicted to researching and reading and discussing diabetes. For those who can get everything in line, I commend you. I just am not one that anything is going to matter.