I feel like a rabbit. But a very healthy rabbit.

I generally try to look at the good side of things, but the last four days have been very hard. It is as if everything that I love to eat has been taken away from me and now I am constantly surrounded by the food that I love, and I have to turn it down.
I went to the doctor Tuesday with several concerns, one of which being that no matter how much I tried to watch what I ate (mostly fruit, pasta and bread) I could not manage to lose weight. That might not sound like that big of a deal, but alas it is. You see, I am 5' nothing and 180 lb., there is no way on this green planet that I should be that heavy with trying to watch what I eat and going to the gym. Not only am I not loosing the weight, I am gaining weight. I have tried to keep a close eye on my blood sugar as my mother, uncle and cousin are diabetic. To say that it runs in the family is to say that brown eyes run in the family. I have now had my fasting blood sugar tested twice and everything has come back normal.... Tuesday that all changed. I was diagnosed with pre-diabetes (from eating all of those yummy carbs) as well as insulin and glucose intolerance. She quickly said that she wanted a blood work-up and referred me to the dietitian. To say that I took the news hard, is a massive understatement. I cried and cried. I got a headache from crying so much. All of the bread that I have loved my whole life, gone. I love to bake bread, yeah... can't do that much anymore. I know that they are helping to save my life and circumvent my getting diabetes, but it is so hard. I went to the store and got all kinds of vegetables Tuesday. I looked at the fruit and had a moment of silence. The doctor said that I could have fish, to which I stuck out my tongue. Chicken, but I can only have so much (not because of a diagnosis, but because I can only have so much). Yesterday as I was pulling out the fixings for a salad, I thought out loud I feel like a rabbit. To which my roommate replied But a very healthy rabbit. I nearly bought a cantaloupe today. What stopped me? I cannot enjoy it anymore, not like I used to. Now I have to have protein with it.
Some days it feels like all of the disabilities that run in both sides of my family decided to come to me. Lucky me. It is as if instead of coming when I was born and giving them all to me at once, they came one at a time. It feels like, once I think I kind of understand one, another one comes. So far, this has been the hardest one for me to handle. I know that I will be healthier and feel better because with the medication that I will be going on shortly my body will be able to digest food properly. I had my gallbladder pulled on my 22nd birthday, I guess my body decided that causing havoc and my getting rid of that organ was not good enough.
I wonder what I am supposed to learn from this. I hope and pray that I will soon adjust to this new way of life, this new way of looking at food. I am sure that I will miss things like, stuffed pumpkin at Thanksgiving, oranges and apples, cheesecake... all of those foods that make my mouth water just thinking about them. I am four days in and already sick of looking at chicken. Wish me luck at a quick adjustment.