So Now I'm a T2D
Finding out you're a T2 Diabetic
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!
When it comes to receiving news that you are a T2D, somebody may as well have told you that you were Genghis Khan in a previous incarnation. You're in total disbelief!
What! Me? How did that happen? I don't eat that badly." "I had a salad last week. Complete denial! I remember thinking similar things when I was diagnosed.
I go to see a diabetes nurse and I'm advised to lose weight. "Go on a healthier eating regime." She said. "Go on a balanced diet." She said. "Cut out this... Eat less of that... You can do this and that. But don't do that." "Get more exercise". She said. "Be mindful about what you eat..." She said, very well meaning. All the things that got you to this place, you are now told to stop. I Thought!
I sit listening to all this helpful advice and 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 regime. Everything is absolutely fine until it actually comes to doing it.
Somewhere between leaving the surgery and arriving home, all that sensible advice starts to blur. Not because it’s wrong... it isn’t. But because life and habits, have a habit of getting in the way. Life Eh?
Old routines start creeping back in. Comfort wins the odd battle. And there’s always that quiet voice saying, “I’ll start properly tomorrow.” I don’t think that makes me stupid or careless. I think it just makes me normal.
Well... This site isn’t about pretending change is easy or instant. It’s about being honest when it’s awkward, messy, and quite frustrating.
It's about still having a go anyway!
