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@AndBreathe ! I ate the carbs I was told to. Put on more and more weight ended up a complete lard ar@@e for years. I didn't help myself because I completely bought into the "you can eat anything you want" because I'm greedy as well. I should have had shares in Ben and Jerries.
I packed in alcohol because I realised I was drinking on a Tuesday night and not for the taste. I haven't drank in over three years, I don't think I'm an alcoholic as I don't miss it. (Only very occasionally I think I'd love to get completely ..... But the feeling goes.)
I think this was the start of my problems because out of nowhere my porridge breakfast (same amount for bleedin years) started giving me massive sugars of a morning for the whole morning.
One morning, I had 3 staff phone in sick and planned for that day year 3classes of year 11 were off time table to gave intense revision sessions for an exam the next day. I felt like throwing up. When I checked my blood sugars they were 25.
I taught all morning testing, correcting, drinking water until eventually I got them down. And I just thought well this is my life.
I told one member of staff that if they found me asleep phone an ambulance because I'm actually in a coma. I could not work out *** was going on.
This happened for the next couple of months but thankfully not upto 25. I tested every hour from the moment I got up. I stopped eating breakfast and it helped a bit. This rise started from 7 am and went on until 11.30. Eventually phoned the hospital - "well it is progressive". Now I realise she thought I was type 2 but she didn't offer any advice about medication or anything like that.
Because I've always corrected this is what I did. My blood sugars ran in the high 8/9 all morning. Even correcting. The problem was the only pattern was I knew it would happen, not the amount so correcting was difficult.
I then thought either this is going to blind me/damage me/shorten my life and all the other joys or I've got to find out what this is.
Big shout out to dr Google and the DOC. I realised I had DP going on to a liver no longer kept in check by Sauvignon blanc. I discovered lchf and went with it. My last hbA1c on mdi and lchf was 6.5%. In the mean time the weight dropped off. I got down to a size 8 (from a 20) and became skinny fat. People in work thought I had cancer.
Kicked up a stink at the hospital as my basal insulin wasn't helping no matter what I did. I was having to set alarms through the night to check I was safe and correct from there. I was knackered. I got a pump (NHS) 2 years ago now and a cgm (I self fund) and it changed my life. I'm now in the 5% club. I've increased protein and am in a size 10 looking a lot better for my age. Working out has meant I'm now fitter and musclier. I can sleep through the night now- luxury.
LCHF to me now means small mistakes. Highs are in the 8s. Lows are in the high 3s. I feel safe because I am. I can exercise knowing that I'm safe.
The new challenge now is the bleedin menopause. I'm on Hrt now but it's increasing my insulin resistance and psycopathic tendencies every 4th or 5th week so all change on the insulin front again. I think I'm going to have to pack in cheese, cream an nuts for a while and see what happens.
Sorry but talking about myself is my favourite subject.