- Messages
- 6
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Diet only
Hey guys, this may turn into a rant, and so I am sorry in advance, but I'm very upset with myself for allowing this to happen.
I am 19 years old, a healthy weight, don't drink and don't smoke tobacco. However, I have been showing the telltale signs of Type II diabetes for the past few days - a dry mouth, increased need to urinate, and oral thrush. I could put the persistent dry mouth and urination down to anxiety, as I'm really quite anxious naturally. However, the oral thrush is a dead giveaway, and makes me think that it is definitely Type II. I have a blood test on Monday to see if it definitely is, but I'm already preparing for the worst case-scenario.
After coming to university, I entered a deep depression, and my diet went out the window. I wasn't eating proper meals regularly, ignored my body's need for vegetables, and was resorting to snacking on junk food to keep me going. After doing some research last night, I became aware of the hugely important role of magnesium in our body, and realised that I must not have been getting nearly enough of it. Magnesium is vital for the proper digestion and absorption of carbohydrates, and although I was eating a lot of carbs, I didn't have the magnesium to match it. Combine this strong depression with a horrible diet and it leads to a complete apathy. An apathy that I'm only beginning to get out of, really. So the horrible, vicious cycle continued, and I kept on down the road of self-destruction. I was literally eating myself to death. I walked, and continue to walk, for a few miles each day, but even then, this could not have saved me.
I am so disappointed in myself. I have ruined my health at 19 years of age, and there's no way back from this now. Even a well-controlled diabetic diet is less beneficial than a healthy diet in a normal person. I'm so ashamed of myself that I lack the independence to feed myself properly, to the point where I have ruined my health, after 18 years of my family looking after me well. I really don't know how I'm going to react to the 'official' diagnosis on Monday, as it really will mark a turning point in my life, and one which isn't for the better, but for the worse - both in regards to self-image, which I have always struggled with, and physical health.
I'm sorry that this turned into a huge rant, but I really am ashamed of myself that I let it get to this point. I will also have to tell my parents, and they will have to live with the reality that their son ate himself to death.
I am 19 years old, a healthy weight, don't drink and don't smoke tobacco. However, I have been showing the telltale signs of Type II diabetes for the past few days - a dry mouth, increased need to urinate, and oral thrush. I could put the persistent dry mouth and urination down to anxiety, as I'm really quite anxious naturally. However, the oral thrush is a dead giveaway, and makes me think that it is definitely Type II. I have a blood test on Monday to see if it definitely is, but I'm already preparing for the worst case-scenario.
After coming to university, I entered a deep depression, and my diet went out the window. I wasn't eating proper meals regularly, ignored my body's need for vegetables, and was resorting to snacking on junk food to keep me going. After doing some research last night, I became aware of the hugely important role of magnesium in our body, and realised that I must not have been getting nearly enough of it. Magnesium is vital for the proper digestion and absorption of carbohydrates, and although I was eating a lot of carbs, I didn't have the magnesium to match it. Combine this strong depression with a horrible diet and it leads to a complete apathy. An apathy that I'm only beginning to get out of, really. So the horrible, vicious cycle continued, and I kept on down the road of self-destruction. I was literally eating myself to death. I walked, and continue to walk, for a few miles each day, but even then, this could not have saved me.
I am so disappointed in myself. I have ruined my health at 19 years of age, and there's no way back from this now. Even a well-controlled diabetic diet is less beneficial than a healthy diet in a normal person. I'm so ashamed of myself that I lack the independence to feed myself properly, to the point where I have ruined my health, after 18 years of my family looking after me well. I really don't know how I'm going to react to the 'official' diagnosis on Monday, as it really will mark a turning point in my life, and one which isn't for the better, but for the worse - both in regards to self-image, which I have always struggled with, and physical health.
I'm sorry that this turned into a huge rant, but I really am ashamed of myself that I let it get to this point. I will also have to tell my parents, and they will have to live with the reality that their son ate himself to death.