I love food. I tell everybody that I only care about two
holidays; the Supberbowl, and Thanksgiving. Sometimes it is so hard because I’m
a diabetic. I love to eat. My girlfriend
loves to bake, too, so that’s really hard sometimes. I can’t eat everything
that I want to and I can’t eat as much as I’d like. I’ve been diabetic for 12
years. I’ve learned how to deal with it. I’m on two different insulins; they
keep my blood sugars regular, right where they’re supposed to be. I know that
every once in a while I can have a candy bar or a sucker and it’s not going to
kill me. I think that it’s something that a lot of people don’t think about. I
know that sometimes I forget about it. I’ve lived with it for so long that it’s
just normal to me. I know that sometimes it freaks people out when I pull out
my insulin and give myself a shot. It’s kind of funny to watch people’s
reactions sometimes. I want to educate people that give me dirty looks. Taking
a shot is something that I have to do, 5 times a day, every day, for the rest
of my life. I do love food though. Comfort food and Mexican food are my
favorites. I want my Mexican food as spicy as you can make it. I want tears
coming down my face because it’s so hot. I’m a meat and potatoes and literally
everything else kind of guy. I love Brussel sprouts and asparagus. I love to
experiment with different recipes and ingredients. I love when people tell me about how much
they loved this food that they tried and then going home and making that food.
I want to taste something from all over the world. I think that if I were to
ever travel around the world, it would be so that I could taste all different
kinds of authentic food.
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