So… You are a Diabetic…Now What?
I sat there with the report like it was a breakup text.
“It’s not me, it’s … my pancreas”
Fasting: 395. Hba1c: 13.6.
This was not a medical result, it was a mountain of my failures
I didn’t feel sick.
I didn’t feel anything, honestly.
Except confused, betrayed and stupid
Because my body had been whispering for months, maybe years.
First reaction was denial.
Second was Google.
Third was Shame.
I blamed the biryani.
The sugary filter coffee.
The stress.
The deadlines.
The Johnny Walker.
The genes.
Everything except the mirror.
Then came the late night research binges.
I started to know more about insulin resistance than the Lord’s Test Match.
Somewhere between the YouTube hacks and WhatsApp cures, I got lucky.
Not “Drink this herbal blood cleanser and cure diabetes in 9 days”
Not those insta ads where somebody in a banyan promises miracles.
I read the “The Diabetes Code” *
Watched TED talks by Doctors.
And something clicked. Something maybe quietly dangerous.
No meds. Not yet.
Let’s try sweat before Insulin.
Let’s try broccoli before Metformin.
Let’s see if this body, the same one I have ignored, neglected, overfed can rise to the occasion
Let’s see for the next 4 months
But here’s the truth
The grind isn’t glamorous
Its not like a montage of Farhan Akhtar going through high Himalayas training to become “Milkha”
There’s no “Ab tu bhaag” song playing in the background
You walk. You lift. You eat clean. You do everything right
And your sugar still throws tantrums
One Friday, your friend cuts a cake
and you gulp half a samosa.
And voila: perfect reading
It’s not fair.
It’s not linear.
But it’s yours.
That’s when I stopped expecting obedience
And started tracking patterns.
CGM changed the game.
No more guessing.
No more one size fits all diets.
Just data. My data.
Turns out a little bit of rice is ok. That one “healthy” smoothie? A turbulent blood sugar flight
Then came the group.
Not a therapy group.
Just other diabetics. Same mess
Different spikes. Similar battles.
We swap recipes like gossip
Celebrate 0.2 drops like a world cup win
We share food pics, hack workouts and rant about the latest food fad.
It’s weirdly comforting knowing you are not the only one
And the friends?
They evolved.
From “Bro that sucks”
To “Are you allowed to eat that?”
To “Lets have a protein bowl”
To “Tennis tomorrow morning?”
To “I feel like a dog walker taking you out everyday after dinner”
When the roasting begins is when you know they have truly embraced it. Embraced you.
Today I am at 6.1
I am not “cured”. Can’t be.
It’s not “reversed”
Not done yet.
Just somewhat in control.
Not of everything, but of enough.
Just slightly wiser
who reads food labels
and walks after lunch
and feel like my body is working with me again
If you are new here,
freshly diagnosed, freshly confused…
take this as an awkward welcome hug
Get a CGM.
Track your own rhythm.
Track your food.
Figure out what spikes you.
Figure out what fuels you.
Ignore the noise.
Listen to your body.
A diabetes diagnosis is final
but the diabetes journey is absolutely, unapologetically yours
*The Diabetes Code – Book by Dr. Jason Fung. Totally suggest reading it.
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