A man in his 70s was warned casually by his GP that he was at risk of getting diabetes type2 – of course being quite a ‘know-all’ he like most people paid scant attention to that though, didn’t he? Yep, so he simply carried on with his sedentary gluttony lifestyle, oblivious to the dangers ahead, didn’t he?
A bit later-on he was told that he now actually HAD diabetes2 and was advised to curtail his calorific eating & drinking habits – so to show willing he even went on a worthless course with other diabetics to be told how he ought to curtail eating by reducing his portion sizes. However, he certainly wasn’t given any ‘fear factor’ lambasting about his diabetic condition, was he?
No, and while whereby admittedly he certainly focused on some kind of reduced food consumption for a little while, he soon was in a wonderful long hot summer not really giving a sod about his food intake, so carelessly he was frequently back to eating high calorific foods, and without any abandon was enjoying copious amounts of iced fruit juice, high energy or carbonated sugared drinks, cakes & biscuits, chocolate & sweets (his favourites were apparently chocolate turkish delight and jelly babies)– so as his weight increased a bit [perhaps to over 17 stone (though not to obesity, but the fool never ever-ever thought of checking it did he?), he felt less like continuing any form of his normal exercise like swimming or walking.
He thought he was quite well really, so he wasn’t in the least worried about his lifestyle issues, was he? No, but in reality ‘unknowingly’ he was getting progressively ill, albeit with unclear diverse symptoms like sleeplessness, breathlessness and infections.
Nevertheless, in an unrelated situation, he needed a minor operation under a general anaesthetic, that was cancelled by the surgeon, only moments beforehand, because his blood glucose level (BGL) was sky high and represented a significant risk to his post operative health. He was told that his op would have to be rescheduled for a couple of weeks later if he had got his BGL down to an acceptable level.
Well, that was a big wake-up call for him, wasn’t it. The bloke immediately saw his doctor and the surgery specialist diabetic nurse, only to be told that he wouldn’t be able to get his BGL down in time for such a rescheduled op as it would take a month or more – however for the first time, he was given a personal BGL monitoring unit so he could check during each day what glucose was in his blood after eating. That became a major crutch tool for him, didn’t it?
What the medics hadn’t bargained for though was that he was now more than a bit focused on this problem and was a determined bugger so he actually got it all sorted-out in just 4 days with an extremely severe low calorie diet (400/500 calories a day) combined with a bit of walking exercise, and unbelievably he had his op only one week later rather than the two previously proposed by his consultant.
Nonetheless matters didn’t end there, as he knew deep down that he had to solve this diabetes 2 problem once and for all. Luckily, he had read an article on the internet that reported a bit of minor medical research from Newcastle University that indicated that this type of diabetes could in fact be ‘cured’ in a couple of months by a strict diet of only 800 calories a day under medical supervision. He thought that he would give it a go himself to see what happened, and he was smart-arsed enough to work out such a low calorie diet that suited himself and the food he liked, without a dietician’s involvement (NOT RECOMMENDED though!) and using normal basic food rather than food replacement drinks and the likes that had been used in the trial.
Basically, he planned every single meal a day in advance, religiously counting calories, and then unfailingly weighed all food and drink on cheap but accurate electronic kitchen scales. He relied a lot on bespoke own recipe homemade soups and he developed a fetish for including 100 grams of the lowest calorie fruit like watermelon, raspberries. strawberries and blackcurrants, at every meal.
The result somewhat surprisingly was that his BGL dropped like a stone to the more normal levels associated with those other people who are not diabetic.
Unfortunately however, after about 4 or so weeks, he then read another internet article that convincingly and vigorously poo-poo’d the research trial and its findings, so it strongly promulgated the myth that diabetes type 2 was beyond any type of cure. So the chap was utterly demoralised wasn’t he, and he then abandoned the task in hand, didn’t he? The denigrating diabetes writer who had penned the trial result rebuttal was of course a real plonker!
Now, our guy while still continuing to eat sensibly nevertheless wasn’t on the strict diet as before, when a few weeks later he read a further internet article that further explained the medical rigor that was actually employed in the Newcastle trial. So personally reinvigorated the man went back onto his calorie control counting again to complete the experiment, didn’t he?
The encouraging happy ending though to this story is that the subject involved after just 3 months had lost a stone and a half in weight and is now blood tested medically completely cleared of having diabetes type 2 – and all it took was the effort of willpower.
If you have been diagnosed with this type of diabetes, do you also have the courage to sacrifice a few weeks of gluttony to get your health back on track and free yourself once and for all from this debilitating condition? Or are you intent in soldering on, eating & drinking to excess, shoving your doctor’s medication down your throat, face further serious life-threatening complications, and into the bargain insist on financially destroy on the way the National Health Service to boot, eh? Your choice, of course.
[If the man concerned here continues to eat & drink sensibly then he can expect to remain non-diabetic for his lifetime, but if he reverts to being an idiot again with inadequate control and lack of restraint over his diet, then of course he will be back to being a type 2 diabetic, won’t he?].