Some thoughts: As advertised, remission isn't the end. You can't draw a hand across your brow and exclaim, "I'm glad that's finally over!". I gained back 8.5 lbs with happy eating, and now I'm back on shakes and trying to make my morning sugar behave as per Prof Taylor's instructions when you stray. I knew this was a lifelong commitment, but it's not like the exercise and diet montage with inspirational power cords that went through my head (think, "Rocky"). It's a slog, and it's why so few remain in remission over the long haul. I'm determined to stay in that group, but my evil twin (Malcolm) occasionally takes over my body and does what he will. When he's done it's back to ashes and sackcloth for me. It's worth it though. I read the advice of a doctor that I trust (somewhat) on Youtube. He pointed out that even at an A1c of 5.6 some damage may be occurring. I'll look for more information on that. Now that I'm in the 5's club my next goal will be to get below 5.6. Here endeth the rant.