I knew it was catching up with me.

So, for most of my adult life, I haven't exactly been living healthy.  I ate like crap and was more or less sedentary.  Up until a few years ago, I was really just a big fat tub of goo.  When I hit 35 two and a half years ago, I decided to start doing something about it.  I changed my diet.  I cut way back on the junk food.  I started riding a mountain bike and playing some racquetball.  Well, it wasn't enough.  The damage was done.  I've been having symptoms for a while and I suspected the cause.  I finally decided to go to the doctor to see.  I went back to the doctor today to go over my blood work.  He confirmed it.

Type 2 diabetes.

But not all hope is lost.  In the last two and a half years, I did lose close to 85 pounds mostly through diet and with some exercise.  And that, the doctor says, is the biggest hurdle to overcome.  Most people who come in with newly diagnosed type 2 diabetes are still way overweight and eating like crap.  They have a much bigger hill to climb than I do.  I'm already halfway there.

I'm going to talk with someone about my diet so I can plan to eat even better than I had been.  Our new campus at work has a free fitness center opening up this month so I'll be able to get in a good workout several times a week.  I'm looking forward to learning more about this disease and how I can fight it.  I just wish it hadn't taken motivation this drastic to get my arse in gear.