Here’s what I believe.
I was born with perfect…yes…I’m using that word…perfect control over my eating habits.
I was “schooled” by the asinine stupidity in the modern western world that I live in. It fucked up my biochemical processes, and scarred my perfect eating control that I was born with.
Luckily, I was very perceptive of the weight I was putting on, and other signs, and observing the contradictions in advice from “experts”, that I delved in deep looking for an answer.
I’m happy to say that I reversed the bullshit SAD way of eating before diabetes got to me. My growing Jennifer Lopez ass was my warning. The sore knees was my warning. The asthmatic symptoms were my warning. The drowsiness in the afternoon was my warning. The cloudy mental state was my warning. I believe I got behind the issue before it gave me a life threatening disease.
So, that is what I believe. I was born with perfect control. Societal dogma bullshit screwed it up and scarred it. I’m making it healthy again.
FYI…please, I don’t want to get any hate comments for say “Jennifer Lopez” ass. I’m of italian decent. When I put on weight, it goes to my bust and ass, and my waist barely changes. That’s all.