One of my closest friends passed away this weekend… back in my hometown in PA. He was like an older brother to me and a mentor. I feel like a part of me has been ripped away and I’ll never get it back. He was a type 2 diabetic and had a lot of associated complications— retinopathy, heart disease, organ failure, etc. It’s very scary to me as we were a lot alike. I’m a prediabetic and I’m scared I’ll end up the same way. I joined a binge eating support group through my insurance and I really like it so far, the other members seem nice and I think there is a lot of really good work going on there. Once i can afford the final payment for my prescription insoles, I I will start exercising again as well. But this was a somber reminder for me that I really need to get my head in the game. I feel horrible about Kev, because he was a really amazing person in so many ways, and I wish he were still here. I don’t know… grief is a real *****.

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