EngelseBoer
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- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 2
Hi All
The reason behind the title is that within the space of 3 blood tests, conducted over but a few months of each other, I have gone from non-diabetic, to pre-diabetic and straight into type 2. With my limited knowledge of diabetes, having had a colleague with type 1 and seen a neighbour, with undetected, chronically high blood sugar levels, go from a fast-paced, always very active and fit, lithe man in his 50's, to suddenly being a cripple as necrosis set in, it scares the hell out of me.
I also had a type 1, diabetic English Bull Terrier, who first lost one eye, then the other due to diabetes. Then two years later, necrosis set in, in one of her forelegs, which although treated successfully the first time, when it set in again a few months later, I did the humane thing and had her put to sleep. The detestable thing for me was that with soft calls and finger-clicks, she trustingly followed me into the Vet's chambers and to her death. Still to this day, 15 years later, it is something I find hard to process.
Anyway, my diagnosis follows a mild heart attack eight months ago and subsequent regular blood tests.
With my high cholesterol levels, I am told to drastically reduce my animal-fat intake; meat, cheese, (all the things I love)
and with my increasing sugar levels, now avoid other foods stuffs I was raised on; rice, potatoes, breads, pastas, sugars.....
Really doesn't seem like there is much left to eat, and it's depressing. I have always been quite a carnivore, with limited herbaceous intake and I have never been fond of fish as I find most fish rather unpalatable.
I know I must change my food habits but am finding it quite difficult. As an example, I have never really been a sweet-tooth, with my go-to desserts being cheese and biscuits (now a no-no) or pain ice cream (also a no-no now), Now though I find that I crave chocolates, which I never did before.
What happened to my 50-year-old neighbour really scares me and I know I much change. For this, I do need help and support.
Well, I guess that's enough from this sorry 63-year-old
Blessings
Mickey
The reason behind the title is that within the space of 3 blood tests, conducted over but a few months of each other, I have gone from non-diabetic, to pre-diabetic and straight into type 2. With my limited knowledge of diabetes, having had a colleague with type 1 and seen a neighbour, with undetected, chronically high blood sugar levels, go from a fast-paced, always very active and fit, lithe man in his 50's, to suddenly being a cripple as necrosis set in, it scares the hell out of me.
I also had a type 1, diabetic English Bull Terrier, who first lost one eye, then the other due to diabetes. Then two years later, necrosis set in, in one of her forelegs, which although treated successfully the first time, when it set in again a few months later, I did the humane thing and had her put to sleep. The detestable thing for me was that with soft calls and finger-clicks, she trustingly followed me into the Vet's chambers and to her death. Still to this day, 15 years later, it is something I find hard to process.
Anyway, my diagnosis follows a mild heart attack eight months ago and subsequent regular blood tests.
With my high cholesterol levels, I am told to drastically reduce my animal-fat intake; meat, cheese, (all the things I love)
and with my increasing sugar levels, now avoid other foods stuffs I was raised on; rice, potatoes, breads, pastas, sugars.....
Really doesn't seem like there is much left to eat, and it's depressing. I have always been quite a carnivore, with limited herbaceous intake and I have never been fond of fish as I find most fish rather unpalatable.
I know I must change my food habits but am finding it quite difficult. As an example, I have never really been a sweet-tooth, with my go-to desserts being cheese and biscuits (now a no-no) or pain ice cream (also a no-no now), Now though I find that I crave chocolates, which I never did before.
What happened to my 50-year-old neighbour really scares me and I know I much change. For this, I do need help and support.
Well, I guess that's enough from this sorry 63-year-old
Blessings
Mickey