Great. Now what?

You know, I consider myself to be a reasonably intelligent woman.
I mean, I'm college educated.
(Okay I know it was in Louisiana... but still!)
I made good grades in school... mostly.
My mom taught me vegetables are good for me.
(And to this day, I still eat broccoli thank you very much!)
But apparently, I'm really food stupid. And this diabetes thing has got me all whack.
What little I did know about diabetes was this:
Sugar = Bad.
I mean, I really didn't realize how ignorant I am about diabetes until I was diagnosed.
Thank God for the Internet.
When I googled "diabetes" on my phone, Wikipedia said:

"Diabetes mellitus, often simply referred to as diabetes, is a group of metabolic diseases in which a person has high blood sugar, either because the body does not produce enough insulin, or because cells do not respond to the insulin that is produced."

Ok. I get that. But what the hell is insulin, and why am I not making it right?
Reading on...

"Type 2 diabetes: results from insulin resistance, a condition in which cells fail to use insulin properly, sometimes combined with an absolute insulin deficiency."

Ok. Gee thanks. Please refer to my last question.
Reading some more...

"Both type 1 and 2 are chronic conditions that usually cannot be cured."

Yay, me.
And if that weren't good news enough...

" Diabetes without proper treatments can cause many complications. Acute complications include hypoglycemia, diabetic ketoacidosis, or nonketotic hyperosmolar coma. Serious long-term complications include cardiovascular disease, chronic renal failure, retinal damage."

Thank you, Wikipedia... on my phone... in the teeny-weeny print.
And even though the Wiki offered some good information, it did not compute.
I still felt lost, thoroughly depressed, almost paralyzed and a lot scared.
Thoughts raced through my head:

Will I have to prick my finger all the time?
Am I going to have to take medicine?
Will I have to give myself shots?
What do I eat?

Fortunately for me, it's still early enough that I don't have to do the first three things. No meds, for now. No pricking or sticking. Yet. I know not everyone is so lucky. (Doing the happy dance.)
But what do I eat? I mean, obviously, I've been doing it wrong for... well... just my whole entire adult life.
Still... I have to eat, right?
And I have to eat... right.
Next time, I'll tell you about my secret weapons: one cheat sheet and one super human.
Without them, I'd be lost on this journey.
With them, I'm making real progress.
I dropped a dress size in three weeks.