When I was diagnosed with diabetes I sat in the car in front of doctor’s office and wept, I knew what this diagnosis meant. My father was diabetic since he was in his late 40’s, most of his life it was undiagnosed, untreated, in his late 50’s he got metformin pills and monthly blood tests at the clinic. He had a stroke at 59, a heart attack next year, and passed away at 62 after a second heart attack. I planned to drop dead in about 8-10 years, so no particular life plans.
Having read about fasting for diabetes type 2 and potentially reversing the condition, getting rid of insulin resistance and meds and live… I found hope. I want to live, I plan for the future, with this new found hope I can do anything! Feeling a little hungry one day at a time is not going to stop me.