Life isn’t simple. Maybe it should be, but it isn’t.
The last thirty-five years I have lived my life based on a set of principles that I came to after taking a series of personal development courses. In those courses, which were a part of the Lifespring movement in the United States in the seventies, really hammered home to me that if I didn’t decide what I want, I could never get it. And that hanging around in uncertainty as to what I wanted was really simply a lie.
I always knew what I wanted. Still do.
What makes life hard to figure out is not about not knowing what I want, it’s about continuing to pursue my life purpose, even when things haven’t turned out the way I planned.
I never planned on getting diabetes, or becoming plainly obese. It kinda snuck up on me until one day I could no longer function properly. Repeated illness were striking me down, all the way from stomach problems to pneumonia. Chronic pain is now a part of my everyday, and every night, life. Neuropathy is a stalking horse, creeping into my hands and feet, with sometimes terrifying and intense pain.
Update on my diabetes this week
I saw my endocrinologist this week. He is a doctor with the University of British Columbia working at the clinic at Vancouver General Hospital, and considered one of the top endocrinologists in the city. I’ve been seeing him for quite a while and he has always been quite encouraging in my attempt to manage my diabetes. My glucose control has never been quite up to snuff, but he’s always emphasized the positive rather than the negative.
While I appreciated his words over the years, what I really would have appreciated more would have been if he had been in a position to help me actually get rid of the disease, or at least, control it far more. Whenever I saw him I left the office feeling better about myself, regardless of what my A1C said about my diabetes, or even after I started having some serious side effects from the disease. At his point I’m not blaming him for my inability to control my blood sugars or my diet or my obesity or my stress level or my neuropathy or my fatty liver or my damaged kidneys…
I am grateful that he supported my decision to do Intermittent Fasting, and follow Dr. Jason Fung’s recommendations regarding the fight against this disease. I’m still a long ways away from achieving my goal of eliminating all medications, including insulin, from my life. However, I doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate his feedback this week when we went over my results.
He was totally enthusiastic about my progress and the charts showing the rapid drop in my A1C over the past three or four months. My lipids are now perfect and all my other indicators show a radical improvement in my metabolic health. I’ve still a distance to go, of course, but he was highly complimentary to my willingness to stick to my plan, and reduce my weight so much in such a short time.
We also talked about the evolving institutional medical response to Dr. Fung and other doctors and researchers like him who are demonstrating radically different strategies from the standard treatment still offered by most diabetic clinics and doctors. My doctor explained that as a physician he still needs the clinics and their team of dieticians and other support people on board. And they haven’t come over to Dr. Funds recommendations by any means.
Some still publicly call these theories, just theories despite clinical results of thousands of patients and studies around the globe. Dieticians are among the last to adopt new thinking, especially when it goes against the National Health Association and the Canadian Diabetic Society recommendations. Change is slow and hard come by, and that is probably good, except in this case.
Tens of thousands of Canadians are getting worse every day following dietary advice that is just plain wrong.
We need to change the hearts and minds of professionals everywhere.