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.

The Blue Circle 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.