I suspect that’s a familiar story here.
I knew there was something wrong long before I had any kind of a solution. I kept trying to refine the direction I was already going (“good carbs”) and it just wasn’t working for me. I ate a lot of what I thought were really healthy carbs. (Thanks for the brainwashing, Dr. McDougall. UUGGHH!!!)
Never did have the heart attack or stroke but figure I was headed in that direction. Never did develop full T2D but was also headed in that direction, too. BMI was around 41 and climbing. HAD to do something or I wasn’t gonna be around much longer, I could feel it. Being at a point like that allowed me to wake up and explore possibilities I wouldn’t have previously… like maybe fat wasn’t the evil it was purported to be. And maybe vegetarianism or veganism wasn’t the ticket to being a healthy 120 year old. (Yes, I’ve heard people say such things.)
Anyway, glad to finally be finding some health again. And glad I wasn’t farther gone than I was. I know there was damage that will never heal. (Can’t grow back teeth, for instance.) But I’m feeling alive again, which means a whole lot!