As the title says, I’m not accepting my recent Type 2 diagnosis that doc gave me back in September. Sure, it’s taken me a few weeks to figure out that I don’t have to live this way, and that I need to get my rear in gear to bear this. But today is a new day, and I’m feeling very motivated!
The doc wanted to prescribe me some new drugs that contained metformin and something else, something that can cause all kinds of side effects with the male genitalia. I said “No, thanks!” I ate my way into this condition, I can eat my way out of it.
So, here we are, brainstorming ways to start kicking the disease in the rear! My wife and I started working out again mid last week, mostly been easing into weights. I ultimately will transition into a program that combines weight lifting, cardio, and the sauna.
As to diet, I’m literally drinking some coffee with butter and collagen in it… very tasty. I’ll mostly be sticking to keto carnivore 75% of the time, and will probably just embrace keto on the weekends as my girls like all kinds of foods that are still keto worthy, like kraut and pickles, etc.
I conducted a scan at my gym on Nov. 19, says pretty much I’d expect for being so out of shape and sedentary for the better part of the pandemic: 29.5% bodyfat, 62 lbs of fat, 142.8 lbs of lean muscle. At 41 years of age, this puts me at high risk factors across the board.
Starting weight today is 215.6 lbs.
What’s worse, is that I woke up yesterday morning with a blood sugar reading of 295 after stuffing my face in despair the night prior.
So, here goes to a new me!