I would have been a big spewer, young and foolish when I, for this kind of middle-aged and old age lifestyle and fitness dog and self-control dog has always been scoffed at: small kind of fitness to fitness to go to the court is not my hands to pick the boards across the head dunk? Then look at my brother, night jerking all night, sleep 4 hours a day, not sleepy, the body times great to eat well, two hot kidneys as if the V200 engine steady.
The use of the death mode with the immortal style of life I have insisted on more than ten years, until half a year ago.
About 6 months ago, I felt that I had no energy to play ball, even I was usually completely abused by the mountain brother and the road can fucking casually pass me, is what kind of feeling, is clearly reacted, but the body can not keep up with the feeling.
So I went for a run in the evening to see if I had any physical problems. I jogged 100 meters, yes 100 meters, and my legs went weak and I almost fell on the ground.
I thought to myself, "Hey! That's fucking weird. So the next day I went for a physical.
The results? Fasting glucose 19.6, meal glucose 33
The doctor said, you blood sugar, two more weeks you are in a coma in the hospital.
After the lab tests, the doctor told me that only ten percent of the pancreatic cells in my body were still working.
After I came out of the hospital, I secretly shed two tears in the car on the way home:
The reason I cried was that, for a person with such a strong character as I am, because of my own capriciousness and lack of moderation, I brought my loved ones troubles and burdens they should not have had.
My mom has a good friend who is one of the best internists in our area, with over twenty years of experience as a doctor and one of the first group of MDs. She told me: there are more and more people in my situation, i.e. blood sugar explosions in their twenties, and she meets patients like this almost every week now, because of their harsh lifestyle habits + their own sensitivities.
She gave me a very simple explanation, which means:
The human pancreatic cells are just so many and will not grow, if you give them to death, you will be finished. How to make death, originally the night sleep, pancreatic cells will rest, can restore themselves, the results of your girl does not sleep, pancreatic cells so tired, and then tired not to say, your girl is also fierce dry high sugar high fat food, pancreatic cells were tired enough, late at night but also have to be busy to break down your dislike of the belly of the Coke kebabs pickles, dislike of a long time, people are tired of death, your girl cried. Thanks to your usual total movement, and body type is relatively thin, if you are a big fat people do not exercise, you can now basically go home to play eggs.
So I began to actively accept the treatment, the doctor said like my sudden onset of young people in her experience, intensive treatment for three months can be recovered.
No eating after 9pm, less meat and high-fat, high-sugar foods, completely abandoned the Coke and cake, jelly chips and other junk food directly ban. Wake up at 7:20am (because of injections) and go to bed at 10pm.
In fact in the case of going to bed at 10pm the next day I would wake up naturally at 5-6am, it was more comfortable to get up early and do things than in the early hours of the morning, it felt like a long day and it felt quiet.
I've forgotten what the early morning sun looks like since fucking elementary school. Now it's showing me enough to be really pleasant.
No more coffee, just tea. I've been exercising every day.
Quit smoking and drink tea instead.
Now I buy snacks by looking at the calories and sugar content, drink more milk and eat more eggs.
From the day I got sick and started treatment, I checked my recovery every day by touching baskets and running and doing sit-ups and push-ups.
Three months of difficult days passed, my blood sugar indicators have long returned to normal, but my habits stuck:
Being up early, getting up early, exercising after meals, exercising more in general, not eating anything.
Now sit-ups are 70 in one breath (15 when I was sick)
Push-ups can be done 30 at a time (3 when I was sick)
Jumping in place and grabbing the frame at any time (I couldn't touch the board when I was sick)
Mono fights with Shanks and Marlowe are steady as a dog (when I was sick I was blown up)
Basketball can be played from 3 to I'm not going to be able to do that. (I can't play for fifteen minutes when I'm sick)
Three and a half minutes for a thousand meters (I haven't run it when I'm sick because I'm planted when I run 100 meters)
The above is the story of the previous six months of my life.