I was diagnosed as T2 in 2012 my bloods telling my gp
I was T2. My test results then sat on his computer for three years before I was told in 2015 by a nurse after I requested bloods because I felt and looked like the walking dead, real found by the pound bloated.
I did the diet of death for a year and only got sicker and more mentally unstable, it cost me a 28 year relationship, combined, this sent me into the darkest depression. When I finely hit bottom, luckily I landed on my back, so I was facing the stars, I then read the most important book of my life.
The Art and Science of Low Carbohydrate Living. It's the manual to my body. RTFM, Indeed I did. My keto journey started in June 2016.
I now understand that I have been carbohydrate and possibly all grain intolerant all my life, I have never had this clarity of mind nor have I been this emotionally stable or happy. I am a feeder (sorry that should read foodie) so when I found out that I could literately cook and eat my way out of the mess I had gotten into

Oh! happy day.