I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes six years ago, in like manner, both my mother and grandmother had been diagnosed with the same condition. How could this have happened to me, after all, unlike my mother and grandmother, I was an athlete my entire life? I prided myself on my physical prowess and above average physique. I have always enjoyed an active lifestyle, and my passion was weight lifting. Arnold was my hero.
Fast forward twenty years, I am 20 pounds overweight and am a type 2 diabetic. Aditionally depression, coupled with anxiety, as well as high cholesterol, all for which I'm taking medication. And if that was not for and to add insult to injury, low T! For those that do not know, the T stands for testosterone. Really? I don't know how I ended up here?
Many people can relate to my story. As we get older it becomes more difficult to maintain the health of our youth. We search for answers in the latest exercise machine, fade or pill, anything that offers a promise. The great news is that the solution we have been seeking has been available to us all along. Walking.