I can remember it as if it were yesterday. I’m sitting in the doctor’s office, not really paying attention (as usual) while she rabbits on about me being overweight and unhealthy, blah blah. Then the storm hit.
High cholesterol.
(Thunderbolt)
High blood pressure.
(And lightning)
And type II diabetes.
(Very very frightening)
Me?
Di. A. Betes. Di. A. Betes. Fuckeroooooo. (Apologies to Queen.)
I’m not really sure what happened after that, because I stopped listening after she said the ‘die’ part. Mostly because I thought I was going to.
It was 2006 and I was 29.
There was some talk about healthy eating and exercise and medication, but I was trying to remember what I knew about diabetes. Something about sugar? And injections? And then people having a fit and needing to eat a candy bar? Utterly clueless.
I found out later that type 2 diabetes meant my body had gone into overdrive, producing a surplus of insulin to help break down the massive amounts of sugar I was shovelling into my system. Which meant that eventually my cells had become resistant to the insulin, resulting in adult-onset type 2 diabetes. Or in my case, obesity-related diabetes*.
My blood sugar results were sky-high scary. I got a copy of them to look at, and while I didn’t understand all the medical mumbo-jumbo, one thing jumped out at me. “Excessive ethanol abuse”. Ah, that’ll be the drinking then. Great, I’m not at all embarrassed to have had my doctor see that.
It was not a good moment for me.
But I held out my hand, got my prescription, and was told I had to sign up for a weight loss programme. And because I had had the shit scared out of me (diabetes gives you heart disease, gangrene, blindness, WHAT THE FUCK?) I got my script filled and I signed up for the Healthy Weight Programme at the Sports Science Institute.
And then I cried.
Galvanised into action through fear, I threw myself into the programme, and did pretty well, losing 11kg in 8 weeks. I can do a lot when I set my mind to it.
But then I got bored of going to gym. I got bored of eating salad while everyone else was having burgers, and drinking fizzy water while everyone else was having wine. And so slowly but surely, the old lifestyle clawed its way back, and I gave up on health.
So that was me then, a diabetic. Ok fine, I’ll just take my pills, carry on drinking my beerquilas, and everything will be dandy.
It’s a terrible thing for an obese person to have a chronic condition with NO symptoms (other than having to go to the bathroom a bit more often than usual). Because you forget. You forget that you are living on borrowed time; that every sip of cooldrink or alcohol, every bite of burger or pizza is the same as throwing another handful of dirt on your grave.
I told my friends when I was diagnosed of course – getting sympathy is always great for the soul. But I didn’t really bring it up ever again, except to tell them it was the reason for me having to go to the bathroom 90 000 times in an hour. And so I think they forgot about it – I know I did most of the time. In fact the only time I remembered I had diabetes was when I had to get my script refilled, or have my blood sugar tested.
Occasionally I would be overcome with feelings of guilt, and attack a weight loss plan with gusto. Particularly in 2008-9, when I lost 50kg. I got my blood sugar down to a ‘normal’ reading, but only with the help of medication on top of healthy living. My doctor told me I could pretty much expect to live on pills for the rest of my life, and I was like, eh, whatever.
And that was how it was for the next few years. Hi, my name is Nicola, and I’m a diabetic.
But this year, something changed in me. I was sick of having to rely on a handful of pills to stay alive. Sick of having to monitor my sugar levels constantly, sick of going to bed and worrying that I wouldn’t wake up. And sick of being in my mid-30s and yet completely unable to take control of my life.
That’s why when I started my wellness programme in July 2013, I changed my goals. I didn’t want to lose weight anymore. I wanted to burn fat, lift heavy, and get off those damn fucking pills.
So I started training. 3, then 4, then eventually 5 times a week. And none of this ‘low weight, high reps’ rubbish either – lifting as heavy as I could. I also spoke to the sports nutritionist at my gym, Evo Fitness, and got put onto a low carb eating plan. No sugar, alcohol, fruit, starch, wheat or dairy. I thought I would die from the awfulness of it (NO POTATOES?!?), but it was surprisingly easy to follow. And I just FELT lighter – not stuffed with carbs but full of energy and vitality instead.
Two weeks after I started following my low carb plan, I started feeling very dizzy and light-headed. I couldn’t walk without wanting to fall over, and training made me want to pass out. So I went to see my doctor. She did a battery of tests. Blood pressure – fine. Cholesterol – fine. Blood sugar – wtf? My glucose was so low, I was apparently a few decimal points away from a coma. So my Metformin (blood sugar meds) were immediately halved, and I was sent on my way.
As I drove away, I was stunned. I had never even thought about getting off my Metformin. I had wanted to get off my cholesterol meds, and maybe get a lower dose of blood pressure medication. But diabetes? I had thought it was with me for life. And right then and there, I decided that the thing I wanted to lose more than fat, was diabetes.
And so I fought. Many many mornings of getting up at 5am to train. Many afternoons of cooking all my meals for the next day, when all I wanted to do was collapse and order a takeaway. And many, many MANY evenings of ordering sparkling water while all around me a piss-up of gigantic proportions was taking place.
Yes, it was a struggle. Yes, I occasionally stumbled (human, not robot). And yes, it was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.
But three weeks ago, I started feeling dizzy again. Worse this time. So I went back to the doctor, feeling hopeful. Nope, all good, you have an ear infection. Ah.
I got my medicine, but I didn’t feel any better. Still dizzy. Still falling over like a drunk person (without the fun of getting drunk). So I went back to the doctor. Hmm. It MIGHT be your blood sugar, but your reading is normal. Let’s take you off the Metformin for a bit and see. Come back in 10 days and we’ll have a look at you.
10 days is a VERY long time when you’re waiting for good news.
Yesterday, FINALLY, the 10 days were up. Back at the doctor’s. Give a blood sample. Lie back. Wait. Pray. Beep beep beep. (That’s the machine.) Hmmm. (That’s the doctor.) Hmmm? What does ‘hmmm’ mean? Is that good/bad/ugly?
Nicola, your blood sugar is 4.3. Non-fasting. Without meds.
I don’t know if you know anything about blood sugar readings, but believe you me, that is the Holy Grail.
Nicola, I think we can take you off the Metformin permanently. Wow. Just…wow.
You’re telling me.
I can’t even being to describe the flood of emotions I felt at that moment. Elation. Relief. Joy. Power. Control. NO MORE PILLS!!!!!
For the past seven years, this has kept me alive:
And now it’s just this:
And I’m pretty sure I’ll be chucking one of those early next year too.
I’ve done before and after pictures of myself, but doing it for my medication is AWESOME. It’s like I’ve been given a new lease on life – a second chance to do it all again, and do it right this time. Back to the Future, without the DeLorean.
It’s a wonderful thing to know that there is no limit on your tomorrows – that you’re free to live every moment of them. And I will. Because while I may have gone back to being healthy, I’m going forward to enjoy every minute that life has in store for me.
Diabetes can suck it.
*Disclaimer: I know nothing about medicine, nutrition or exercise. NOTHING. Please please PLEASE, do not make any lifestyle changes based on what I have written about here – please consult your healthcare practitioner first. I’m not even qualified to offer broscience. I had to look most of that stuff up about diabetes on Wikipedia. That’s how clueless I am. If, however, you want to chat, need inspiration or are looking for motivation, then I would love to hear from you. Either comment below, or mail me at nkmdavidson@gmail.com, and let’s see if we can’t get you started on the road to wellness too!