Thanks for the reply Turbo! Yes i was about 15% BF and was allways about that till i got this diabetes, about 7% at the moment, but at least the diabetes seems under control now touch wood.
15% when you were diagnosed and 7% post? That is unheard of with diabetics and even diabetic athletes. Are you taking anything else? Are you type I or Type II?
Hi Shortz! I am type 2 and take 1500 mg of metformin daily, yes i was 270lbs when the diabetes broke out and it took alot of my mass and fat also.
I am now around 220lb the low carbs have helped, and i have done loads of cardio and walking each day and lost another 30lbs in total, the doctor is happy now, and at my 3 mth test my ave blood sugar came out at 5.5 and my blood pressure is going down also.
Hi Shortz! I am type 2 and take 1500 mg of metformin daily, yes i was 270lbs when the diabetes broke out and it took alot of my mass and fat also.
I am now around 220lb the low carbs have helped, and i have done loads of cardio and walking each day and lost another 30lbs in total, the doctor is happy now, and at my 3 mth test my ave blood sugar came out at 5.5 and my blood pressure is going down also.
BI!!! I never knew that either. Please tell your story man....you're an inspiration and I don't even know the bulk of it.
Do tell!!!
Only some know of it. I don't whine about it or use it as an excuse.
It's actually crazy. I was a star soccer player as a kid. My father used to tell me and my brother... I'm not going to have any fat kids in this house, so my brother became a runner (is now an ultramarathoner) and I started playing soccer. Years passed and I was good, scouts came to see me play. Unfortauntely, I began having problems. My legs would give out on me. It was like I didn't have a lower body (I couldn't feel my legs, let alone use them) so I would fall. In the beginning it lasted seconds but as time passed it lasted longer and longer. My parents took me to several doctors who all told me it was nothing more than growing pains but thankfully my parents didn't believe them. They flew a sepcialist in from Chicago who found out my bones in my legs were dying and breaking apart. I remember it vividly.... I was practicing on the field when my parents came out there and brought a wheelchair with them. They told me to sit down on it and I was having surgery that evening. They took me to the hospital. We got there, they wheeled me into a room, and than showed me MRI's that had been taken weeks before (I had forgotten about them). They showed me black spots on my legs where my bones were dying and falling apart. They prepped me that night and I had surgery. I was told afterwards I would never play soccer again. I was bed ridden in the beginning and later in a wheelchair. My rehab lasted over a year. I beat the odds and busted my ass ever since to get where I am today. The thing some of you may find odd is I could go back and change it.... I wouldn't. It's made me who I am today and I'm better b/c of it.
Only some know of it. I don't whine about it or use it as an excuse.
It's actually crazy. I was a star soccer player as a kid. My father used to tell me and my brother... I'm not going to have any fat kids in this house, so my brother became a runner (is now an ultramarathoner) and I started playing soccer. Years passed and I was good, scouts came to see me play. Unfortauntely, I began having problems. My legs would give out on me. It was like I didn't have a lower body (I couldn't feel my legs, let alone use them) so I would fall. In the beginning it lasted seconds but as time passed it lasted longer and longer. My parents took me to several doctors who all told me it was nothing more than growing pains but thankfully my parents didn't believe them. They flew a sepcialist in from Chicago who found out my bones in my legs were dying and breaking apart. I remember it vividly.... I was practicing on the field when my parents came out there and brought a wheelchair with them. They told me to sit down on it and I was having surgery that evening. They took me to the hospital. We got there, they wheeled me into a room, and than showed me MRI's that had been taken weeks before (I had forgotten about them). They showed me black spots on my legs where my bones were dying and falling apart. They prepped me that night and I had surgery. I was told afterwards I would never play soccer again. I was bed ridden in the beginning and later in a wheelchair. My rehab lasted over a year. I beat the odds and busted my ass ever since to get where I am today. The thing some of you may find odd is I could go back and change it.... I wouldn't. It's made me who I am today and I'm better b/c of it.
Only some know of it. I don't whine about it or use it as an excuse.
It's actually crazy. I was a star soccer player as a kid. My father used to tell me and my brother... I'm not going to have any fat kids in this house, so my brother became a runner (is now an ultramarathoner) and I started playing soccer. Years passed and I was good, scouts came to see me play. Unfortauntely, I began having problems. My legs would give out on me. It was like I didn't have a lower body (I couldn't feel my legs, let alone use them) so I would fall. In the beginning it lasted seconds but as time passed it lasted longer and longer. My parents took me to several doctors who all told me it was nothing more than growing pains but thankfully my parents didn't believe them. They flew a sepcialist in from Chicago who found out my bones in my legs were dying and breaking apart. I remember it vividly.... I was practicing on the field when my parents came out there and brought a wheelchair with them. They told me to sit down on it and I was having surgery that evening. They took me to the hospital. We got there, they wheeled me into a room, and than showed me MRI's that had been taken weeks before (I had forgotten about them). They showed me black spots on my legs where my bones were dying and falling apart. They prepped me that night and I had surgery. I was told afterwards I would never play soccer again. I was bed ridden in the beginning and later in a wheelchair. My rehab lasted over a year. I beat the odds and busted my ass ever since to get where I am today. The thing some of you may find odd is I could go back and change it.... I wouldn't. It's made me who I am today and I'm better b/c of it.
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