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Girl, Move The F*ck On!

When we went off to college I came home the following summer with that

dreaded “freshman 15” (it was more like 30, but let’s not split hairs). Jennifer was my

roommate and I watched her daily eat much more than I and still not gain an ounce! I

told her when we returned to school that fall I wanted to try out for the women’s

basketball team to try to shed some weight and begged her to tryout with me. I knew

she didn’t want to, but I was scared to tryout alone. Fast forward to school starting that

August and we’re told that we needed to do complete physicals to tryout which

included a fitness test and bloodwork. When it came to doing the regular exercises for

the test she struggled……. bad! Which was to be expected because like I said she never

worked out. We went into the doctor’s area and had our blood drawn for what they

called a regular workup. They told us to come back the following day for our results of

everything and to get our paperwork to take to the head of the athletic department.

The next day we went to go get our paperwork from the clinic and head to

tryouts and that’s when we were stopped dead in our tracks. The nurse told Jennifer

that when they checked her blood she had a very high glucose level and should be

retested to see if she had diabetes. Jennifer was retested and sure enough she did

indeed have diabetes. Here’s a woman that by scales and measurements was the

picture of health with something that was rudely known as a “fat person’s disease”.