*shaking my head* Yeah. You don’t understand diabetes, then. Or, like everything you fucking say or do in your life, it’s fucking fake as shit. My dad is diabetic, and also an amputee, due to complications from it and cancer. If your grandmother (Type 1, I’m assuming) had it, and your dad developed it (Type 2, in his case), you are genetically predisposed to it. You have a 50/50 shot of developing it, no matter what age. Flooding your body with sugar is just going to exacerbate the issue and send your body into full blown Type 2, assuming that’s the lucky card you drew.
Wait. Do you even KNOW about diabetes? You should, since your dumbass is 300% more likely to get it, given your ethnicity and gender, not to mention your location in the United States. Then again, what do I know? I just did research on this thing for 10 years of my life and lived with my dad everyday and shit. Not like I was in a major car crash because he went into diabetic shock behind the wheel or anything.