Now the question is was it the weight or the diabetes that was the cause? Just people are judged harshly most of the time it's almost abuse from various people.
Some interesting facts (Source Victoza website):
- When food exits your stomach too quickly after you eat, your blood sugar levels can rise out of range.
- When your liver makes too much sugar, your blood sugar can get too high.
- When your blood sugar is elevated, your pancreas needs to make additional insulin to restore your levels to normal range.
Guess how Victoza works?
- Victoza® slows food leaving your stomach. GLP-1 is normally released from your small intestine when you eat. This slows down the process of food leaving your stomach, which helps control your blood sugar after meals.
- Victoza® helps prevent your liver from making too much sugar.
- Victoza® helps the pancreas produce more insulin when your blood sugar levels are high. Victoza® does this by helping important cells work the way they should. These cells are called beta cells and they help control blood sugar by making and releasing insulin.
People can have insulin resistance, therefore producing more insulin than normally required and therefore storing fat like it's going out of fashion for years before diabetes is diagnosed.
As your medication is encouraging more insulin, you're probably type II, I'm only suggesting that because I thought type I is when your pancreas produces NO insulin whatsoever, so you have to inject it.
See if you can get a c-peptide test to say once and for all how much insulin your pancreas produces.
I have been judged by my weight and indeed I have asked by complete strangers things like Why don't to eat less? Have you thought of a gastric band? and have you ever thought of going on a diet? I insist on telling them that as I eat less than 100 gms carb a day and usually less than 1200 cals, I'm already eating less than my GP would like and I have no intention of eating more than I eat now, did they have anything in mind? Usually met by silence although I didn't realise that I had a captive audience with one lady, until I stopped to breath and she limped off on her crutches so fast . . . . . . I let her go, she'd obviously had enough and regretted opening her mouth.
Luckily no criticisms about my diabetes, the people I know, know little so don't comment and they all know how little I eat in comparison to some of our circle of friends.
