It's been a long time since I posted. I've been busy sorting my life, and the lives of my nearest and dearest out... but that's another story for another day. In my absence from this forum I had an appointment with my Consultant. As usual she was rude, condescending, and talked to me like a big fat sugar-gorging child. I decided to do something about it and I found Dr Jason Fung's books - I devoured them. The Diabetes Code changed me. It made sense, it explained everything in ways that made me understand why I was piling on the weight whilst injecting huge quantities of insulin, and why my blood sugar was sluggish in responding. Right after reading it I started proper Keto, along with intermittent fasting. Not the lazy low carb approach I've taken for years... measured, weighed, recorded keto. It's been four weeks and today I had an appointment with the Diabetes Sister at the hospital (I've been put on detention for being a big fat sugar-gorging child, and I now have to see her once a month). First off, the HCA took my urine sample, dipsticked it and sent me on my way. Then she came to find me with a paper cup of water telling me to drink it because I had ketones. I explained that it's my diet, she looked blankly and left me to it. The Sister acted as if I was the first person ever to mention any form of low carb approach to her. She looked at my weight - down 1 stone in 4 weeks, then my hba1c (74 four weeks ago, 64 now), and declared that I'm doing all of this too quickly. She demanded that I start eating healthy carbs and follow a low-calorie diet instead. Then she instructed me to go to the hospital cafe, purchase something carby, eat it, and return for a urine dip and a ketone test. I told her it wasn't possible (it was, but I wasn't doing it!), and she instead did a ketone test (2.2 - I'm chuffed) and told me that if it had been 3 then she'd have to hospitalise me. ***! Dodged that bullet, high tailed it out of the hospital with lots of nodding and agreeing to eat more bananas and porridge. She did send me home with a ketone meter and some strips though... very useful! Four weeks and four days until the next appointment, and I'm contemplating nudging myself out of nutritional ketosis the day before and pretending like I've been a good low-calorie low-fat lady. This inflexible approach of the NHS frustrates me. I'm a person with my own brain, and they don't seem to realise that I don't pay rent on this body that I'm in, I own it outright.