This may shock you, but I’ve been managing this since I was 30, got into health and fitness. Now in my 40s and regularly maintain an A1c between 5.5 and 6.2.
I’m healthy and fit. I work out 3-4 times weekly with weights and recently kettlebells, and I have a walking treadmill I use intermittently while working, as well as an Airbike for cardio. I eat healthy and low carb and have curbed the behaviors that triggered my condition and have maintained this over a decade.
Fuck you for judging. I have a life long condition I have to manage. I did not give up on managing it and Diabetes won’t be what kills me.
You referenced that baked goods need eggs… Yet if you’re diabetic, you should be making a crustless/cheeseless quiche… which doesn’t really count as a baked good then now does it? Now it’s just baked eggs. You’ve taken out the “baked good” of a quiche (the crust). So either you’re eating an unhealthy quiche for your diabetes, or I don’t know what you’re doing or trying to say.
Says the type 2 diabetic?
This may shock you, but I’ve been managing this since I was 30, got into health and fitness. Now in my 40s and regularly maintain an A1c between 5.5 and 6.2.
I’m healthy and fit. I work out 3-4 times weekly with weights and recently kettlebells, and I have a walking treadmill I use intermittently while working, as well as an Airbike for cardio. I eat healthy and low carb and have curbed the behaviors that triggered my condition and have maintained this over a decade.
Fuck you for judging. I have a life long condition I have to manage. I did not give up on managing it and Diabetes won’t be what kills me.
You’re the one who brought up your diabetes man.
You referenced that baked goods need eggs… Yet if you’re diabetic, you should be making a crustless/cheeseless quiche… which doesn’t really count as a baked good then now does it? Now it’s just baked eggs. You’ve taken out the “baked good” of a quiche (the crust). So either you’re eating an unhealthy quiche for your diabetes, or I don’t know what you’re doing or trying to say.
Like, really, pick a lane.
My lane is “glad I’m not you.” That’s a blessing.
I hope everyone you meet is as pleasant as you are.
Damn, stay mad lmao