Diabetes is messing with the wrong guy!

I remember it like it was yesterday. The doctor turned to me and said those 3 little words - "you have diabetes".

I didn't even know what diabetes was but I didn't think it was good news. I asked him how many years this will take off my life expectancy and he said 'about 10 years'.

10 Years? I can't accept that. I want to bounce some grand children on my knee some day. I remember driving home and trying to cry but I could not.

I stopped at a book store on the way home and bought a book about type 2 diabetes, read some of it and went to bed.

The next morning I went through my refrigerator and threw out most of the contents. I started doing stomach crunches and started going for a brisk 60 minute walk every day. I count my carbs and every day educate myself about this disease.

That was a month ago. I have reduced my BG to an average of 6.6 mml/l from 21 mml/l and I have lost 25 pounds.

That's just for starters. You are going to see a man who once weighed 276 pounds trim down to 200 pounds eventually.

I feel great.

My only regret is that it took those 3 little words to get me motivated to become healthy.