Just in case anybody needs a reminder, there is a reason the word "diet" contains the word "DIE."

I am doing the whole nine yards -- weighing, measuring, carb-counting, etc etc -- and you know what? IT EFFING SUCKS.

I met with the diabetic educator and the dietitian on Monday. The dietitian was fat. Also has been diabetic since early childhood. Didn't give me a whole lot of hope.

Has anybody done this successfully and lived to tell about it? Because I mean, I'm crabby for a variety of reasons today, but when I measured out a half-cup of whole-wheat elbow mac (blech) and could count the number of noodles in the bowl, I was NOT a happy girl.

Please -- right now, don't tell me I did this to myself. I know that. That's part of what I'm ticked about too, that I let this get this bad. I just want to hear happy stories, if anybody has any.

Thanks.

Candy