I will be speaking about how diabetes made me stronger: becoming a Type 1 athlete. To be honest I'm not worried about what I'm going to say, I know how I got this point and what it takes. What worries me is that people will see me and think that I have always been an athlete. That was not always the case, I was 230lbs and in a very bad place. I will be doing my best to find old pictures of the fat unhealthy me. (I have found one so far and the fat me is pictured below.)
The TCOYD event in September will be tough for me, I have a feeling I will get a bit emotional. I can't help but remember where I came from, it hasn't been the easiest ride for me or the people in my life. I can't help but think about the hell I put Leanne through, things are much better now however. What upsets me is knowing the number of people that are living the life that I lived for so long. I want to do all that I can to help them get control of their diabetes. The pressure that I put on myself diabetes wise is crazy, I won't be happy until I stop hearing the stories of people that are not in control of their diabetes. I know how tough it is to accept a terminal disease, my goal for the rest of my life is to make a difference for those living with diabetes. I'm honored to have the chance to speak at TCOYD on September 21st. I can only hope that I can change the life of someone in attendance that day.