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My journey with Type Two Diabetes doesn't end until I die and as I cannot see into the future, I don't regard my story as finished. I am therefore, a work in progress.
My mother, a carbaholic serial dieter, has a part to play in the pre-diagnosis early chapters of my life. I can still remember her diets, from when I was a small child. Mondays were liquid days and my mother seemed to live on grilled grapefruit, Ryvita and cottage cheese. I worried that my brother would be allowed to eat whatever he wanted and I would be expected to diet.
My mother's obsession with her own weight extended to an obsession with mine and she actually tried putting me on a diet without telling me. So I have never been on a diet, never weighed myself and regarded my mother's concern at Size 12 me as obsession.
After being married ( and skint a year) I went from 12 to 14 then from 14 to 16 and steadily upwards. At size 24, in the only parts of me that I recognised were my eyes. Fortunately, my husband had worked hard and at college part-time and moved from blue collar into management. We were able to ditch the soya, cheap bread, soya margarine, sunflower oil, pasta and spuds that filled us out round the edges (me literally) for five years.
I joined a gym, a proper bodybuilding type gym, went three times a week and walked 6 miles a week, and the weight started coming off. So when I went to GP with gym injuries, the last thing I expected, was for him to say that he thought my plantar fasciitis was T2DM.
A year after diagnosis, via Gary Taubes and Dr Robert Lustig on YouTube and Googling, I started thinking about Low Carb because Low GI wasn't working and I was told that I was on a conveyer belt to insulin and might make 75.
I don't know how much weight I've lost but I've lost 12 inches off my waist. I've got one more inch to go, until I can nick my slim husband's jeans. My mother did weigh me after lunch and did my BMI so I'm evidently .6 into the Overweight category. No calorie counting, no starvation, BP 117/74, improved eyesight, no more gum disease, retinopathy mostly healed up and stable, normal LFT, excellent cholesterol etc and happy GP. Provided I stick to under 30g carbs a day I hover around normal and pre-diabetes HbA1c but in 2007 it was 13%
I don't know if that counts as a success story, because I still have the plantar fasciitis !
My mother, a carbaholic serial dieter, has a part to play in the pre-diagnosis early chapters of my life. I can still remember her diets, from when I was a small child. Mondays were liquid days and my mother seemed to live on grilled grapefruit, Ryvita and cottage cheese. I worried that my brother would be allowed to eat whatever he wanted and I would be expected to diet.
My mother's obsession with her own weight extended to an obsession with mine and she actually tried putting me on a diet without telling me. So I have never been on a diet, never weighed myself and regarded my mother's concern at Size 12 me as obsession.
After being married ( and skint a year) I went from 12 to 14 then from 14 to 16 and steadily upwards. At size 24, in the only parts of me that I recognised were my eyes. Fortunately, my husband had worked hard and at college part-time and moved from blue collar into management. We were able to ditch the soya, cheap bread, soya margarine, sunflower oil, pasta and spuds that filled us out round the edges (me literally) for five years.
I joined a gym, a proper bodybuilding type gym, went three times a week and walked 6 miles a week, and the weight started coming off. So when I went to GP with gym injuries, the last thing I expected, was for him to say that he thought my plantar fasciitis was T2DM.
A year after diagnosis, via Gary Taubes and Dr Robert Lustig on YouTube and Googling, I started thinking about Low Carb because Low GI wasn't working and I was told that I was on a conveyer belt to insulin and might make 75.
I don't know how much weight I've lost but I've lost 12 inches off my waist. I've got one more inch to go, until I can nick my slim husband's jeans. My mother did weigh me after lunch and did my BMI so I'm evidently .6 into the Overweight category. No calorie counting, no starvation, BP 117/74, improved eyesight, no more gum disease, retinopathy mostly healed up and stable, normal LFT, excellent cholesterol etc and happy GP. Provided I stick to under 30g carbs a day I hover around normal and pre-diabetes HbA1c but in 2007 it was 13%
I don't know if that counts as a success story, because I still have the plantar fasciitis !
