A lot can happen in three months.
In late May I was diagnosed with type two diabetes and weighed in at 164 kilos. I was so ashamed of myself. The fact that I had let myself get to this point was unacceptable. I made a promise to myself, my wife and my children that I would do better. That I would get better. That I would work harder than I have ever worked before and get my health in order. Over the past 90 days, I have • lost 14.5 kilos (nearly 5 kilos a month) • lost 10.5 cm off my chest • 9.5 cm off my waist • 8 cm off my stomach As a result of this I am no longer a diabetic. I kicked Diabetes to the curb in 3 months. 3 FUCKING MONTHS! It was not easy (for anyone) and there were plenty of meltdowns and tears. There are actually a few tears rolling down my cheeks as I type this. The screen is a liltte blurry dna I cnat see wtha I am tipying that wele. Srory. Without getting too sciency or medical on you, the easiest way to explain what has happened to me is this. A diabetes diagnosis is determined by the levels of glucose in your blood cells. If the number is over 50 - you have type 2 diabetes. End of story. In May I was at 82. 82! Someone who doesn’t have diabetes will be between 1-40. From 41-50 is what is called the ‘pre-diabetic’ range. If you are in that range you don’t have diabetes but if you don’t start considering making some changes, you will most likely end up with type 2 diabetes. So, in late May, I was a full-blown type 2 diabetic, no question about it. I mean, 82! Good god! I was put on a 90-day prescription of Metformin (a medicine to help regulate my blood sugar levels) and my only goal while I was on that 90-day prescription was to eat healthier, eat less and to exercise daily. After a doctor’s appointment yesterday, the glucose levels in my blood cells are sitting at 43. 43! Now, for the simpleton friends that I have; 43 is a hell of a lot lower than 82 (which where I was sitting in May) It is at the bottom end of the pre-diabetic range of 41-50. I still need to take Metformin to help me get from the pre-diabetic range to the non-diabetic range, but I am no longer “medically” a diabetic. My doctor was totally dumbfounded. He was baffled. He said to me; “I have never seen results like this after 90 days. This is unbelievable, lee. How have you done this. What did you do”?! **Lee starts crying** “It’s actually been really hard, man”. “Oh so you’ve been dieting quite hard have you”? “No.” “Oh, well what have you done, because this is amazing, Lee”. “Well, the first month was incredibly hard but I knew that if I could train my body to eat less and eat healthier then it would get easier, and it did. All I’ve been doing is eating smaller, healthier and exercising daily”. **Doctor laughs and gives me a high five** “Well done, Lee. This is really amazing. Do you know what this means? The enormity of this? I was expecting you to be somewhere in the 70’s. Not the bloody 40’s and the low 40’s at that. You’re my STAR pupil”. “Thanks, yeah I’m pretty chuffed. All I could hear over the past three months were your words “This is 100% curable by weight loss, Lee” So I got my shit together and I lost some weight. “Well, the way you’re going you won’t even be ‘pre-diabetic’ soon and you’ll be able to come off the Metformin altogether, because there is no reason for you to be on it if you’re not a diabetic. He praised me some more, smiled a genuine smile and sent me on my way. He was proud of me. I was proud of me. I had to go to the chemist to get another 90-day prescription of metformin and as I was waiting outside the Swanson chemist, I saw the same white plastic chairs that I sat and cried on with Nikita in May when I was first diagnosed. This time I sat on those chairs with Pearl Jam blasting in my headphones and cried tears of happiness. Happy to be sitting on those chairs nearly 15 kilos lighter and in better shape than I was 90 days ago. Happy that I had done so well. Happy that I could go home and tell my children that ‘Daddy’s not sick’ anymore. Happy to get home and see the smile on my wife’s face once I’ve told her that I’m not a diabetic anymore. Happy that the only person who was responsible for these results was me. I don’t know if anyone has been helped through reading these blogs. I am sure that most of you have had a few good laughs and at times, read shit that you wish you hadn’t. Regardless of how you relate to me and these pieces of writing I want to leave you all with some encouraging words. Don’t ever let someone tell you that you aren’t good enough. That you can’t do something or that you aren’t in control of your life. The only person you have to answer to and be accountable to is you. You are in control of your life – If you don’t like an aspect of it – Change it! If there is something about your body or lifestyle that is getting you down, recognise it, own it and deal with it before it becomes something that you can’t control. Here is an excerpt from my very first blog entry back in May. Anyway, back to the DIABETE’S. FUCK! My doctor told me that it’s not the worst thing in the world and that it is 100% curable by weight loss. I AM UNDER NO ILLUSION THAT THIS DIAGNOSIS IS THE RESULT OF ME BEING SUCH A FAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. It’s all on me! I own it and I’m gonna change it! I owned it. I changed it. It’s all on me. Fuck you, diabetes.
4 Comments
Donna Wharerau
8/28/2018 06:46:46 pm
so so f..king proud of you Lee Weir. xxx
Reply
Jim Webster
8/29/2018 03:17:34 pm
Well done, Lee. Keep up the good work. You are an inspiration, you write a good read too!
Reply
Olivia
9/1/2018 04:32:48 pm
It's a feeling that changes you really isn't it, knowing that you can achieve something you may have initially perceived as unlikely, what else can you smash now!?
Reply
Tony
9/2/2018 08:06:52 pm
Shot Lee, you the man!
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorLee Weir - Radio Announcer, Marriage Celebrant and Guinness World Record Holder. Archives
January 2024
Categories |