I am type 2 diabetic. Let me say that again, I am type 2 diabetic. I am saying that not to affirm the identity to myself, but rather to acknowledge that something is wrong and that I have to change it. I believe that I arrived here as the result of my choices which I made in life. I believe my poor eating habits are the sole reason for the way my body is failing to metabolize food.
You are what you eat. Plain, simple. Truth is like that – direct. The emotion we bring to it, the attachment, is the obstacle in getting over it. We make it hard on ourselves to overcome the difficulties in our life only because we attach ourselves to the identity we construct. We invest in our edifaces, we are like Pygmalion always falling in love with our creation. We obsess over our mask and believe it to be our real self.
Such is the challenge when confronted with a disease like type 2 diabetes. People will feel sorry for you and try to comfort you and you will also give in to that and believe it to. It’s not your fault, just something happened to you which you had no control over. Nothing, in actuality, is further from the truth. You did have control and in fact, you lost it because you chose to give it up.
Naked, cold yet true. That’s Truth. So, why am I blathering on? Because if I am going to change, I must take it upon myself to make the change. I must get serious and admit there is something wrong and not blindly turn away and roll over. You need to head straight towards the wreck; you need to walk directly into that storm. You will emerge on the other side, but you first must make that step towards the danger.
Here is where it gets deep: such an act defies your instincts. Such an act feels unnatural. But when you consider that the creation you have tied your identity to wants to survive – in fact, it is fighting to stay alive and exert its dominance over you – you realize that you aren’t the one that faces obliteration, but rather the old self. The self, the creation, that needs change, that has overstepped its bounds and is now destroying your life – the very thing you created in your lab but were too lazy to protect yourself from – now has to be shut down and destroyed so you can get back to what you once were.
So, there is hope. For type 2 diabetics the only thing keeping you from a cure is your excuses. It is simply your old self fighting to stay alive and keep you in the current coma you are in. If you can realize it, stand up and dare to fight back you can and will beat it. There is a path. There is a way. There is hope: but it is not easy. And the price to pay is great for you will be killing your current self to recover what you want to be, what you promised yourself you would be.
The path is being forged. All you must do is dare to walk it. In terms of type 2, that means cutting out your sugar intake, cutting out your ingestion of animal-based products and instead turning towards plant based diet selections. You must exercise more – not become a gym rat or anything, just exercise.
Now that we have crossed this bridge and pointed the finger toward the mirror, lets see hope. I will be updating this blog in order to give myself and anyone else out there some inspiration, hope, and information.