I’ve recently been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes and am feeling so stupid. Everyone on my dads side of the family had diabetes, and my sister was recently diagnosed as borderline diabetic which prompted me to get tested. But the truth is, this diagnosis is all my fault.
At my heaviest two years ago, I weighed 20st4 (284lbs, 129kg). I’d had lost a stone, and weight was slowly dropping due to eating healthier breakfasts and lunches on weekdays thanks to working from home. But I do zero exercise and was still enjoying an average of two evening takeaways and a McDonald’s breakfast every week, plus I’m a massive binge drinker. I would drink up to 7 bottles of white Zinfandel rose wine a week to myself. On a night with friends, it’s not unheard of for me to have 4 bottles of wine/Prosecco to myself in one evening. When I had my initial conversation with the nurse about my diagnosis, I told her this and she immediately responded “well we know what’s caused all this then”, and she’s right. I feel so stupid. I should have known better and now it’s too late. I’ve given myself a serious life long illness.
The nurse said that two years ago, I was at 38, I’m now at 84 (assuming this is an hba1c reading?). I have a home tester kit which has given me readings of 12-19.5mmol/l over the past month since I started testing when my sister was diagnosed. My family are frightened, which in turn has terrified me. Made worse by the nurse telling me I need to increase the medication more quickly than the doctor suggested.
I was put on Metformin 500mg, told to take one a day for a week, then two a day for a week, then get to three a day. The nurse feels I need to get on three ASAP.
In one month I have lost 9lbs and am almost 2 stone down from my heaviest (18st7). I’ve changed my diet and we’ve agreed to have one takeaway a month. I managed to get through a Friday with just one bottle of Prosecco and ten cigarettes which felt like a huge achievement, yet I know it’s still not good enough.
I want to believe I can put this into remission, but I don’t know if I’m too far gone. Would love to hear from others who are/were morbidly obese and bingers. Any success stories to spur me on? Or tips?
Sorry for the essay, feels good to blurt out how I’m feeling though!
At my heaviest two years ago, I weighed 20st4 (284lbs, 129kg). I’d had lost a stone, and weight was slowly dropping due to eating healthier breakfasts and lunches on weekdays thanks to working from home. But I do zero exercise and was still enjoying an average of two evening takeaways and a McDonald’s breakfast every week, plus I’m a massive binge drinker. I would drink up to 7 bottles of white Zinfandel rose wine a week to myself. On a night with friends, it’s not unheard of for me to have 4 bottles of wine/Prosecco to myself in one evening. When I had my initial conversation with the nurse about my diagnosis, I told her this and she immediately responded “well we know what’s caused all this then”, and she’s right. I feel so stupid. I should have known better and now it’s too late. I’ve given myself a serious life long illness.
The nurse said that two years ago, I was at 38, I’m now at 84 (assuming this is an hba1c reading?). I have a home tester kit which has given me readings of 12-19.5mmol/l over the past month since I started testing when my sister was diagnosed. My family are frightened, which in turn has terrified me. Made worse by the nurse telling me I need to increase the medication more quickly than the doctor suggested.
I was put on Metformin 500mg, told to take one a day for a week, then two a day for a week, then get to three a day. The nurse feels I need to get on three ASAP.
In one month I have lost 9lbs and am almost 2 stone down from my heaviest (18st7). I’ve changed my diet and we’ve agreed to have one takeaway a month. I managed to get through a Friday with just one bottle of Prosecco and ten cigarettes which felt like a huge achievement, yet I know it’s still not good enough.
I want to believe I can put this into remission, but I don’t know if I’m too far gone. Would love to hear from others who are/were morbidly obese and bingers. Any success stories to spur me on? Or tips?
Sorry for the essay, feels good to blurt out how I’m feeling though!