Just a one off post really, but happy to answer specific questions about my remission, cure, whatever.
Its been 15 years since I was diagnosed with type 2.
Full bloods in today, and all good, I’ll be counting to 20 for a few more years.
Not apologising for that, it’s the drive that keeps me going.
(Yes, I do realise there are people that doesn't sit well with, but if any advice could helped to avoid it.....)
For those that remember, “Travellor”
For those that are new, there is always a light at the end of that tunnel.
Which is why I feel I need to post the upside.
Yes, there is actually an upside, believe it or not.
I’ll come back to that.
I was diagnosed 15 years ago with Type 2.
I was very fat.
Not overweight, I do mean fat.
Because I had a really bad lifestyle, and really bad eating habits.
No one made me do it, “lifestyle” meant I owned it.
Just me.
I gave me type 2.
So basically I lost weight.
And because I chose to put it on, I could decide to take it off.
I had amazing support from the NHS, their dietician, their gym, they gave me strips, they tested my bloods when I requested them, we worked as a team.
I wrapped it up with the Newcastle Diet, by the book, (sort of, Tesco shakes).
Five stone later I wasn’t type 2.
(not getting into word games here, if you don’t like “cured”, “remission”, feel free to scroll on)
Ok, I actually did look like Skeletor, and got the Big C question off a lot of people.
But from my experience, (and this post is purely my personal story) it seems there is a hysteresis loop.
I needed the last few pounds, (less than 14!) to drop the final blood count, but I’ve put enough on to look like the devil isn’t waiting to pull me through that door now.
But back why it was actually a good thing.
I was chronically obese.
My exercise was lifting a family pack of jam donuts.
Now I weight myself, the scales don’t do the “one at a time” thing.
Without that diagnosis, I’d have worked into a stroke or heart attack most likely.
So, I got a wake up call, and it gave me a life back.
In the spirit of “full transparency” or whatever the trendy phrase is now, I did leave this site previously, as it was getting hard to post without being confrontational, I’ve not doing that again, because I’m good about where I am.
But, it seems unfair to not share that with others, so, I’m happy to respond on this post, about specific questions, based solely on me alone.
(oh, as my previous moniker was Travellor, I can definitely say the world seems to live on rice, so obviously I still don’t do low carb!
Never have, never will, and it’s still a big world , but it’s getting smaller every day for me)
Its been 15 years since I was diagnosed with type 2.
Full bloods in today, and all good, I’ll be counting to 20 for a few more years.
Not apologising for that, it’s the drive that keeps me going.
(Yes, I do realise there are people that doesn't sit well with, but if any advice could helped to avoid it.....)
For those that remember, “Travellor”
For those that are new, there is always a light at the end of that tunnel.
Which is why I feel I need to post the upside.
Yes, there is actually an upside, believe it or not.
I’ll come back to that.
I was diagnosed 15 years ago with Type 2.
I was very fat.
Not overweight, I do mean fat.
Because I had a really bad lifestyle, and really bad eating habits.
No one made me do it, “lifestyle” meant I owned it.
Just me.
I gave me type 2.
So basically I lost weight.
And because I chose to put it on, I could decide to take it off.
I had amazing support from the NHS, their dietician, their gym, they gave me strips, they tested my bloods when I requested them, we worked as a team.
I wrapped it up with the Newcastle Diet, by the book, (sort of, Tesco shakes).
Five stone later I wasn’t type 2.
(not getting into word games here, if you don’t like “cured”, “remission”, feel free to scroll on)
Ok, I actually did look like Skeletor, and got the Big C question off a lot of people.
But from my experience, (and this post is purely my personal story) it seems there is a hysteresis loop.
I needed the last few pounds, (less than 14!) to drop the final blood count, but I’ve put enough on to look like the devil isn’t waiting to pull me through that door now.
But back why it was actually a good thing.
I was chronically obese.
My exercise was lifting a family pack of jam donuts.
Now I weight myself, the scales don’t do the “one at a time” thing.
Without that diagnosis, I’d have worked into a stroke or heart attack most likely.
So, I got a wake up call, and it gave me a life back.
In the spirit of “full transparency” or whatever the trendy phrase is now, I did leave this site previously, as it was getting hard to post without being confrontational, I’ve not doing that again, because I’m good about where I am.
But, it seems unfair to not share that with others, so, I’m happy to respond on this post, about specific questions, based solely on me alone.
(oh, as my previous moniker was Travellor, I can definitely say the world seems to live on rice, so obviously I still don’t do low carb!
Never have, never will, and it’s still a big world , but it’s getting smaller every day for me)