I'm Diagnosed a T2D

So now I'm a Type 2 diabetic, which I like to call a T2D. Like the Terminator eh? Some may find that funny. I know! I know, it's serious.

I go to see a diabetes nurse and am advised to lose weight.

Go on a healthier eating regime. A balanced diet. Cut out this.... Eat less of that..... You can do this and that. But not that.....

Do more exercise. Be mindful about what you eat .......

Mmmm! All the things that got you to this place, you are now told to stop!

I sit listening to all this well meaningful and helpful advice and then the excuses and the promises start spewing from my mouth. I have every intention of completely altering my lifestyle. Everything is being planned in my head as I travel home. I'm ready to start my new eating and fitness regimes.

Everything is absolutely fine until it actually comes to doing it.

When it comes to receiving news that you are a T2D, somebody may as well have told you that you were Genghis Kahn in a previous incarnation. Total disbelief! "What Me? How did that happen? I don't eat that badly". Complete Denial! I remember thinking similar things when I was diagnosed.