The diagnosis was unceremonious. A routine checkup, an A1c that crossed the line, a prescription waiting at the pharmacy. The doctor's advice was the standard advice. I went home and did the math on the rest of my life.
I started reading — papers, books, podcasts, the ancestral-health world, the keto world, the carnivore world, the longevity world. I went through everything once with a skeptic's eye and then a second time with a practitioner's. I changed how I ate. I changed when I ate. I added training. I added sleep. I subtracted everything that wasn't pulling its weight.
A year in, the weight was off and the numbers were back in range. Two years in, I got certified as a nutritionist so I could help others without it being just one guy on the internet. That's where I sit now — certified, still reading, still learning, still trying to put what I find to honest use.