Until a few years ago, I never worried too much about my weight.
My husband was always a champion of healthy eating. The meals we ate were always rich in nutrients. I also enjoyed sticking to his eating routine, which fit neatly with his work schedule.
The problem was when he wasn’t around. When he’d be out for work, I would frequent the kitchen and indulge in snacks.
I have been struggling with type 2 diabetes my entire adult life. Every now and then, I would go on a diet to try and get healthier. Dieting offered a glimpse into what my life could be like. It would help control my sugar spikes and combat some of the fatigue.
But it was never that easy to stick to. I would go back to my snacking habits time and time again.
Without consistency, I wasn’t going to stay in control of my diabetes.
My name is Claire, I’m 51, and this is the story of how I took control of my diabetes.
Type 2 diabetes is a complicated condition. It develops when the cells in the body are unable to produce enough insulin. It can also be triggered when the produced insulin doesn’t work correctly.
I’d always thought my condition would only improve marginally if I took really good care of myself.
So I didn’t keep track of how much worse it could get.
My diabetes was at its worst around five years ago. I was the heaviest I’d ever been, weighing in at over 280lbs (which doesn’t look good on a 5ft 2 frame, trust me.)
I was always a snacker. It was my way of making myself feel better. I loved the little hits of dopamine that came with a sweet or crunchy treat.
At least for a little while.
My husband was the complete opposite. He enjoyed big, hearty meals a couple of times a day.
His body processed food differently to mine too.
Firstly, he was a big man.
Also, his job involved a lot of manual labor. So, his body needed a lot more nutrition throughout the day to keep up with his workload.
On the other hand, I was working part-time from the comfort of my home.
We’d frequently have dinner together after I’d already snacked all day. And I’d help myself to portions that were the same size as his.
And trust me, that would be a lot of food.
I knew all this food wouldn’t be great for my diabetes. But I had never really had any noticeable side effects that caused me any concern.
I didn’t overthink it. It was nice to have someone to share my meals with.
I knew my husband loved me, no matter my size. And my diabetes had caused me little bother.
At one point, my husband started becoming noticeably weaker.
His colleagues at work pleaded with him not to come to work, take some days off, and rest. But it wasn’t in his nature. He kept powering through his weak streak.
Unfortunately, his health kept declining. We went to the doctor, but it was too late.
It was one of those conditions that a healthy diet wasn’t enough to fix.
My husband passed away only three weeks after our initial appointment from a heart condition we couldn’t have predicted.
This hit me hard.
One day, we were sharing a dinner together, without a care in the world. The next, he’s gone.
I didn’t know what to do. So I turned to comfort eating.
The days started feeling longer and longer. My comfort eating became worse with the scales tipping over the 290lbs mark.
I started feeling tired all the time and getting up at night to use the bathroom, something I’d never had to do.
I knew this was a sign of my diabetes taking over my life.
I felt like a failure.
I knew I had to do something about this. It scared me to see the diabetes symptoms I’ve been warned of creep in. I didn’t want to be controlled by my condition.
My doctor told me that if I didn’t start to manage my diabetes, it could be fatal at my age.
I owed it to my late husband. Hell, I owed it to myself to get better.
One evening, I started looking into diets that could help me combat diabetes. To my disbelief, I stumbled upon some articles showing a reversal in type 2 diabetes.
I was intrigued, I’ll admit. But this sounded too good to be true…
You do have to sift through a large amount of nonsense online. Had I stumbled across a simple method to help me battle my symptoms?
One app that kept popping up amongst some of the more well-known options was Klinio.
It was a personalized diabetes management app that seemed to do most of the legwork for you.
I remember thinking this could be a game-changer. I did not see myself having the knowledge or commitment to try and plan this myself.
So I soldiered on and downloaded the app.
I thank my lucky stars every day that I did.
What I got from Klinio was a well-tailored diabetes management plan.
I got simple-to-follow and delicious recipes and a virtual assistant. It also gave me quick workouts to get my blood pumping.
It was that bit of support that I missed without my husband.
My mind was at rest. I could avoid the cocktail of pills that doctors recommended to tackle diabetes. They never seem to work, or if they do, they come with adverse side effects.
It’s allowed me to have a nice routine to make me feel like I have a grip on myself.
It makes shopping for food much easier. The grocery list is realistic, and the app tailors my meals to my likes and dislikes. It even has dessert options for when I feel like I need a treat.
I’ve even started working out a bit. It gives me 5–15-minute exercises, which have helped me immensely with the weight I’ve put on.
It also helps me out with tracking how I’m getting along. It has all my blood glucose levels, steps, weight, and medication info in one place, so talking with doctors has become a lot easier.
I felt like I had somehow made my husband proud. We always spoke about how we’d like to take control of our health. We wanted to enjoy our retirement together.
And even though he isn’t here to celebrate with me, I feel as though he is looking down at me, beaming with pride.
I have my diabetes on the backfoot. My health has improved for the first time in years.
I feel good.
You can take a short quiz to see if Klinio is a good fit for managing your diabetes. I’m glad I have it to help take care of mine!
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