• Fighting the carb addiction

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    I spent most of the 2.5 years since my diagnosis in denial. I tried everything except for actually changing what I was eating. I refused to give up my favourite “treats”. Right up until the point where I had symptoms that I couldn’t ignore – 18 hrs of nerve pain/numbness.

    That was my wake-up call, and sheer terror changed my attitude. I suddenly found it genuinely and trivially easy to change what I ate to strict keto, exercise more, do some intermittent fasting – and as a result, achieved remission in 100 days. From 79 to 42 mmol/mol (9.4% to 6.0%).

    It’s simple – but that doesn’t mean it’s easy – and I think a major reason people struggle with making the most important change (cutting out carbs) is that they are addicted to sugar. Either they don’t realise it or refuse to accept it.

    Addiction is hard. I had the advantage that I stopped smoking over 25 years ago, and subsequently quit drinking as well, so dealing with my addictions is something I’m familiar with.

    Ironically, it was during my battles with addiction that I first came across the idea of food as an addiction. It was reading Allen Carr’s “Easy Way to Quit Smoking” that finally got me to quit smoking, and his book on drinking was later to help me with my mild drinking problem.

    But it was also around that time that I read another of his books, “The Easy Way To Lose Weight”.

    In it, he talks about sugar as an addiction. He argued that we don’t actually ‘love’ these foods; we are simply addicted to the relief of the withdrawal pangs they create. He called it the ‘Little Monster’ in the stomach – that nagging feeling of hunger that isn’t true physical need, but a craving for the next hit of dopamine and glucose.

    Carr’s genius was in pointing out that ‘junk food’ doesn’t actually taste good – we’ve just been conditioned to ignore the cloying, artificial reality of it because our brains are screaming for the energy spike. He was an early proponent of a natural whole foods approach – something “evolutionarily appropriate” – heavy on protein and fresh vegetables with almost all processed foods removed.

    He was really promoting a paleo diet before that term was in wide circulation and at a time when the rest of the world was very much in the “low fat” craze that led to our current diabetic epidemic. He was certainly ahead of his time.

    I did try paleo back then, but found it really hard. In hindsight, I think I was sadly too addicted to accept it fully. Where tobacco and alcohol are obvious poisons, and his arguments were irrefutable, I rationalized away his views on diet because the world around me was still telling me that pasta was ‘healthy fuel.’ I regret that profoundly today.

    But there’s no question that having that knowledge in the back of my mind did eventually pay off – it really helped when it came to formulating my eating plan.

    Our addiction is really not anybody’s fault except the food industry – ultra-processed food manufacturers have literally spent millions using scientists from the tobacco industry, to make their products addictive. This is not just a conspiracy theory; it’s a fact. Tobacco giants like Philip Morris and R.J. Reynolds bought food companies like Kraft and Nabisco and applied the same “craveability” chemistry to snacks that they used for cigarettes, seeking to achieve the “bliss point” which overcomes our natural satiety signals.

    The first two weeks are the hardest because you’re essentially going through detox. But if you can push through that initial fog, the habit takes over. Tell yourself you’re just going to make a change for three weeks. By then, the addiction has lost its grip, and the new habits have found their legs.

    I believe that you, too, can overcome your sugar addiction and achieve remission from type 2 diabetes. You just have to be prepared to make the change and commit to it. Your life and health literally depend on it.


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  • You’ve often heard me talk about the effect of global CPG companies on metabolic health. The moment a population shifts from a traditional, whole-food diet to a Western “CPG-heavy” (Consumer Packaged Goods) diet, diabetes rates skyrocket within one to two generations.

    Honestly, when I hear myself talk about it I almost groan because it starts to sound like a conspiracy theory, and I should go put my tinfoil hat on before the zeta rays get me! 😄

    But I want to tell you a story that provides cast-iron proof of this point.

    This is the tale of the Akimel Oʼodham (Pima) people of Latin America. This was a single group of people who lived an agrarian farming life for centuries. They were fit, active, athletic people.

    And then, a border was drawn. One group stayed in Arizona (USA), and the other stayed in the remote Sierra Madre mountains of Sonora, Mexico.

    For nearly a century, they lived in total isolation from one another. Same blood, same ancestors, same “genetic risk” of various conditions, including type 2 diabetes. But their lives couldn’t have been more different.

    In Arizona, the water supply was diverted by settlers, destroying the Pima’s ability to farm. To keep them from starving, the government stepped in with “commodity foods.” This was the ultimate Metabolic Trap: white flour, refined sugar, and tubs of lard. By the 1960s, these lean, healthy people were suffering from the highest rates of Type 2 diabetes ever recorded on Earth. We’re talking over 50% of the adult population!

    The Smoking Gun in the Mountains

    Now, look across the border. In the 1990s, researchers tracked down their “lost” cousins in Mexico. These Pima were still living the “traditional life”, same as they alwys had. They were farming, eating whole beans and corn, and moving their bodies every single day.

    When the scientists compared the two groups, the results were a gut-punch to the medical establishment. The Mexican Pima – with the exact same genes – had almost no obesity and a diabetes rate of only 6%!

    They weren’t “lucky.” They just hadn’t been introduced to the junk food of starch and sugar yet.

    The Road to “Diabetic Hell”

    The saddest part of the story? Around 15 years later, a paved road finally reached that remote Mexican village. Along with the road came the cheap sodas, the plastic-wrapped snack cakes, and the industrial seed oils. And like clockwork, their diabetes rates began to climb the moment the “modern” diet arrived.

    The Lesson for Us

    The Pima story tells us something that many people simply don’t want to hear. We are all victims of a global sales and marketing conspiracy. A conspiracy to replace healthy food and lifestyles with an environment destined to make us sick.

    You cannot outrun a bad environment.

    The US Pima didn’t develop a “genetic defect” in 1900. They were simply moved from the “Foundation” of metabolic health (natural whole foods and an active lifestyle) into a world of refined sugar triggers.

    If you’re sitting there with an HbA1c that’s climbing, remember the Pima in the mountains. Like the Pima people, you may have a genetic potential for Type 2 Diabetes. Maybe it’s your genes that load the gun. But it’s the environment of addictive, unhealthy factory-produced food filled with sugar, starches and industrial byproducts that pulls the trigger.

    The good news? If the environment caused the problem, changing your environment can fix it.

    We aren’t victims of our DNA. We’re victims of big CPG companies that are laughing all the way to the bank as we pay them to make us ill.

    It’s time to take back control. Change your lifestyle and you can write a different end to your story, one where your life isn’t ruined by the decisions of profiteering CPG companies.


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  • Slow progress but still winning!

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    As I mentioned in my last post, this has been a bit of a weird week, but one that highlighted how my strategy (fasting, keto, exercise) has become an ingrained habit. and that I’m really winning! Why? Because, when faced with a stress situation around my redundancy, I didn’t turn to comfort food or booze – I did a double workout instead! 😄

    The fact that I have three strings to my bow so-to-speak means that even if one fails, often just staying the course with the other two keeps things on an even keel.

    As an example, this week I did my usual Monday and Tuesday swim, then Wednesday I got genuinely confused and went out for a run instead of my swim. Having made this error, I decided to still swim as well. Even though that swim wasn’t great, I still made the most of it.

    I then rested on Thursday because I didn’t want to overdo things.

    And on Friday, I had an emergency tooth removal at the dentist. What that meant was that I couldn’t swim again on Friday or run today (Saturday). Neither of those activities would have been conducive to proper healing/clotting of a big open wound in my mouth! 😉

    Actually, the advice is to take a few days off at least, and longer for swimming.

    But, even though this week was a bit disjointed from an exercise perspective, I still managed my usual strict keto diet and 3 perfectly good 36-hour fasts.

    The result, I still lost weight. Not a huge amount, but I’m now down to 15 St 11.2 lbs
    (221.2 lbs / 100.3kg). That means I lost 0.3lbs.

    It really doesn’t sound like a lot given my “effort” with 3 fasts, 3 (and a bit) workouts, and a strict keto diet, but bear this in mind:

    Firstly, none of this feels like effort. 3 x 36-hour fasts are just a habit for me now. I genuinely feel better in myself knowing that I’m giving my poor pancreas a rest while also seeing the benefits in nerve repair that come from autophagy. I genuinely prefer eating keto, knowing that I’m not inflaming my nerves further or damaging my vascular system and thereby perpetuating my hypertension. Given my diet and fasting, I know, without any shadow of a doubt, that I’ve been in a significant calorie deficit this week. Simple physics says I have lost fat, which is the goal.

    So why haven’t I seen any weight loss on the scales then?

    That brings me to my second point. As we’ve discussed before, sometimes life gets in the way, and learning to just ride the wave is really important to long-term success and metabolic stability.

    I had some bad news regarding my redundancy on Wednesday, which resulted in significant stress and anxiety. The stress response triggers the release of cortisol, which in turn signals the kidneys to hold onto salt and water. I am very likely holding on to 2–3 lbs of water weight right now, which is masking my actual fat loss.

    At the same time, I had a tooth removed yesterday, involving lots of local anaesthetic and major trauma. My body isn’t just “healing a hole” – it’s currently running a massive, high-priority logistics operation. When that tooth came out, my immune system hit the “emergency” button, and blood vessels dilated to act as a highway for millions of white blood cells rushing to the site to prevent infection and start building new tissue. Along with those cells comes a significant amount of fluid (plasma), which creates localized swelling. But the response isn’t just in my jaw; it’s systemic.

    Inflammation is essentially “water-heavy.” For every gram of healing tissue and every immune response triggered, my body is stockpiling water to facilitate those chemical reactions. It’s like a construction site that suddenly needs a dozen water tankers to mix the concrete – the site gets “heavier” even before the building goes up.

    So, while the simple physics of my 36-hour fasts means I’ve definitely burned through fat stores, my bathroom scales are currently measuring the whole construction site!

    I’m effectively swapping fat for healing fluids. Once the inflammation peaks and my body realizes the “crisis” is over, it’ll release that water – and I expect the scale to catch up with a very satisfying “whoosh” effect, letting go of water and the fat cells I’ve already burned.

    So I’m really not sweating a “meagre 0.3 lbs”. I’m just letting the incredibly complex machine of my body do its essential maintenance work in the background while I focus on the next goal.

    You can see some of this week’s stress in my blood pressure numbers. On Wednesday, I averaged 138/89 high due to the redundancy stress. By Thursday they had naturally recovered a bit down to 124/88, which I think is more reflective of my natural medicated baseline.

    Then this morning I was up again to 133/88 – not as bad as Wednesday because I’m not stressed psychologically, just physiologically due to my dental trauma yesterday! And that’s the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth! 🦷😁

    I’m still feeling these are healthy enough for now. Once I lose some more weight and as I improve my fitness, I expect them to drop more consistently.

    Progress Update: April 25, 2026

    Week 18

    HbA1c: 42 mmol/mol

    Remission as of 30/03/2026

    15 St 11.2 lbs

    221.2 lbs / 100.3kg

    Total loss (since December):
    2st 8.7lbs (36.7lb/16.6kg)
    Total loss (since Diagnosis):
    3st 2.3lbs (44.3lb/20.1kg)

    Exercise

    Monday: Swim: 2x500m, 1x250m, 1×150 (1.4km) Feeling strong so pushed an extra set
    Tuesday: Run: 6×2.5min run / 1 min walk Sluggish first set, but felt really strong for the rest!
    Wednesday: Run: 7×2.5min run / 1 min walk, plus Swim drills! Redundancy stress and brain fog led to some confusion and a bizarre double workout!
    Thursday: Rest Resting due to yesterday’s double-workout weirdness!
    Friday: Rest again! Another rest day due to dentist trauma!

    Fasting

    Monday: 36 hr fast Back on track
    Wednesday: 36 hr fast No problems again!
    Friday: 36 hr fast All good!

    Blood Pressure

    Wednesday: 138/89 (63 bpm) Redundancy stress!
    Thursday: 124/88 (68 bpm) Excellent!
    Saturday: 133/88 (69 bpm) Dental trauma!

    Target: 12st 12 lbs (180lbs / 82kg)

    Remaining: 41.2 lbs / 18.7kg

    52%


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  • Have you ever been in a truly toxic relationship?

    In the beginning, they are everything. They’re your comfort, your refuge, and your best friend. They make you feel safe when you’re stressed and happy when you’re down. You think they’re giving you exactly what you need, so you love them unconditionally.

    But slowly, the mask starts to slip. It’s subtle at first. You realize the relationship is completely one-sided. They aren’t supporting you; they’re wearing you down. They aren’t feeding you to make you happy; they’re keeping you fat and lethargic to make you dependent on them. They want your confidence low so you’re easier to manipulate. Every time you try to leave, they pull you back in with a sweet promise, making you believe that nobody else could ever fill the gap they leave behind.

    Then comes the wake-up call. For me, it was the hospital visit with chronic hypertension, then the reality of neuropathy and retinopathy hitting like a freight train.

    In that moment, the illusion shattered. I looked at the “comfort foods” I thought I loved and finally realized: They don’t love me. They never did. And the most powerful part? I realized I don’t love them either.

    That was the end of the addiction. Once you see the “abuser” for what they really are – industrial fillers, chemicals, and sugar designed by scientists to keep you addicted, regardless whether they make you sick – their power over you vanishes. I didn’t “lose” a friend; I escaped a trap.

    45 lbs down, hypertension medication dosage halved, HbA1c from 79mmol/mol (9.4%) blood sugar to 42 mmol/mol (6%) in just 100 days!

    I’m finally free from a truly toxic relationship, and for the first time in 50 years, I’m the one in control.


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  • This week started well, then took a weird side turn.

    The beginning of the week started well, as I discussed in an earlier post.

    In the background, as some of you may recall, I was made redundant a few weeks back. I’m still kind of in a weird post-redundancy announcement limbo where, effectively, I’m still under contract, but was also told to look for other roles within the company’s careers portal that I might migrate to. Unemployment is still looming, and I’m told not to actually do any work. Nobody has even asked me for a handover.

    At the same time, there are some “negotiations” about my departure that are ongoing, and which, for contractual reasons, I am legally prohibited from discussing in detail.

    All I can say is that I finally got the response back from HR on Wednesday that “finalised” these negotiations, and not in a good way, and put paid to any doubts about finding another role within the company. It was frankly a gut-punch.

    As usual for a Wednesday, I was already fasting, about 12 hours in. So there may have been some natural fasting brain fog. But the anxiety that kicked in after my gut punch just turned the volume on that white noise up to eleven.

    In biological terms, cortisol – the stress hormone – put me into what’s called an Amygdala Hijack, where my primitive lizard brain is saying “fight or flight!” and drowning out the higher functions of the prefrontal cortex.

    There were a couple of practical things I needed to do that day, not least of which was speaking to my lawyer again.

    No doubt all of that combined with the strange vagueness about what day of the week it is that comes with not having regular job responsibilities. What happened on Wednesday afternoon was that I got ready for my run and headed off as normal.

    Those of you who pay sharp attention will have already spotted the deliberate mistake. I don’t run on Wednesdays. I swim on Wednesdays! Yesterday, Tuesday, was my running day and I’d already had a run.

    Not only did I have a run, but it was such a good run I literally blogged about it that day! It was a milestone of a run!

    It wasn’t until I finished my warm-up – just a 5-minute walk – that I remembered it’s Wednesday!

    At that point I had a simple choice, either come home, get changed again out of my run gear and then later change yet again into my swim gear.

    So I thought – what the heck, I’m here now – let’s just run!

    And so I did – just the easy version of my current running program – 7 x 2 mins running with 1 mins rest. My legs were a bit heavy (no great surprise) but, I surprised myself and managed it ok.

    Afterwards, I got home, a bit hot and sweaty, and looked at the clock. It was literally bang on the time that I’d get ready for my usual Wednesday evening swim. And I do love to swim. There was still time…

    Any sensible person would have just called it a day, had a shower, and chilled for the evening. There was nothing stopping me from swapping my days around for a change, running on Wednesday, swimming on Thursday!

    But I think my anxious brain was still just on autopilot, so I did the unthinkable, got changed into my swim gear and off I went to the pool!

    I’m not sure what I was expecting. I figured I’d be a little fatigued, but the reality was far worse. I did my first warm-up lap (one length breaststroke, one length of balance drills for front crawl), then started my usual set, which should have been 250m freestyle. That would be ten lengths of the pool.

    But I got to the end of the fourth length and I was done. My arms felt like lead! I had no strength at all. Basically, the run had burnt out my glycogen stores, and despite being very “fat adapted,” the internal processes that provide energy from stored fat just couldn’t keep up with the high-intensity demand of the stroke anymore.

    I guess this was a combination of factors – I was at that stage about 18 hours into a 36 hour fast, and my earlier stress would have also taken its toll. It really should be no surprise that I ran out of steam

    I made the most of it. I worked on some specific swim drills and skills. Usually I swim freestyle with bilateral breathing. What that means, for those non-swimmers, is that I breathe on each side, with a three-stroke pattern. So – I breathe as one arm recovers after a stroke, using my natural rotation to bring my head up just far enough to get some air, then stroke-stroke-stroke and breathe on the other side.

    Many people who swim breathe on one side only, so it’s more like stroke-stroke-breathe. The extra stroke keeps you streamlined for longer and reduces drag. The regular “unilateral” breathing often leads to muscular imbalances and potential injuries since you’re always breathing on one side only.

    What I focused on that night was extending my bilateral breathing to a five-stroke pattern. Breathe, then stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke and breathe on the other side, repeat another five strokes and breathe on the opposite side again.

    It took me a little trial and error, but I got into the swing of it eventually. Obviously, breathing less makes swimming more challenging from a cardiovascular perspective, which fits perfectly. I was not really able to swim more than one lap, two lengths of the pool at a time (it’s a 25 meter pool, so 50 meters for each lap).

    Because I could only swim slowly and steadily, it was also a great opportunity to really focus on my stroke mechanics for those two lengths.

    My swim watch seemed to be as confused as I was on Wednesday, so didn’t track exactly how many lengths I did, but since I was forced to rest after every 50 meters, I imagine it was only maybe 10-12 maximum rather than my usual 20-30 lengths.

    Still, I made the most of it – extending my bilateral breathing is something I’ve been meaning to try for some time. Incorporating sections of this type of swimming is good for cardiovascular fitness, but also, in principle, should help my speed since raising the head to breathe is one of the natural “brakes” you apply when swimming.

    The less you breathe, the quicker you swim. For context, 50m elite sprint swimmers will swim an entire length without taking a breath, just on the oxygen in their lungs at the start, in order to completely minimize the drag from breathing.

    Anyway, as I say, it was a weird day, but I made the most of it.

    And in hindsight, weird as it was, it was a huge win. Why? Because my default reaction to my stress was to take more exercise! While this was not ideal, when I think back to even six months ago, my stress reaction would have been either to order takeout or maybe even have a drink. Or both!

    It was completely unconscious, but I would rather have gone out for another swim than wallow in anxiety and misery!

    And after arriving at the pool and realising I was depleted with leaden arms, I could have just gotten out of the pool and come home. Instead, I made the best out of a bad situation and focused on some valuable swimming skills.

    All in all, I feel very proud of myself!

    And just to add a more upbeat note – I had a job interview on Friday that was incredibly positive, with a company that I feel is genuinely a great fit for my skills and experience. While I don’t want to count my chickens just yet, it really takes a load off! 😊


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  • Swimming and running strong!

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    I finished my first 36-hour fast on Monday and had a good swim in the evening. I was aiming for 2 x 500m, 1x 250m, but was feeling good, so I added an extra short set of 150m for a total of 1.4km. I could have pushed out another 100m for the full mile, but I ran slightly short on time, and my shoulder was starting to twinge slightly anyway, so I was very happy with 1.4km.

    I then weighed in on Tuesday morning to find I’d put on 0.6lbs for no obvious reason. Just the machine settling, I guess. As we’ve discussed before, as fat cells empty they often fill up with water, since the body wants to hold onto the cell as long as possible in case it’s needed for storage. It’s very efficient, but just means weight loss is never a predictable, linear curve. At some point, maybe after my next fast, there will be a sudden “whoosh” of weight loss as the cells are left with no choice but to submit; they give up their water and let go to be excreted.

    Later, I went out for my usual run, again pushing for 6 sets of 2.5 min running, 1 minute walking. This is now maybe my fourth or fifth run on this schedule, having alternated for a while now between this and the shorter runs (7 sets at 2 min run/1 min walk).

    While the warm-up set felt a bit sluggish, and my legs were heavy, once I warmed up, the engine was running smoothly, and I felt very strong through the rest of the sets. Normally, by the last set, I’m glancing at my watch by the last minute or so looking for it to be over, but today was the first day that I didn’t look at my watch all, I really felt strong throughout the last 2.5 minutes and was pleasantly surprised when the alarm vibrated to tell me the final set was over!

    This is a huge milestone for me from a run perspective, it’s felt like a real chore pushing my running just this little bit further, and finally I think I’ve cracked it!


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  • Diabetics are being sold a lie. It’s a lie about “good” carbs and “bad” carbs. We’re told that, if we just switch from white rice to black rice, or from white bread to “multigrain diabetic bread,” we’ve solved the problem.

    But for those of us fighting to save our eyesight from retinopathy or our nerves from neuropathy, this isn’t just a white lie – it’s a dangerous distraction.

    The biological truth: there is no “essential carb”

    In the world of nutrition, there are essential fatty acids (fats) and essential amino acids (proteins). Do you know what there isn’t? An essential carbohydrate.

    Your body is a miracle of evolution. Like all mammals, our ancestors survived for millions of years by storing fat and living off it during lean times. The carbohydrates that have become a ‘staple’ of the modern diet simply did not exist back then—no industrial rice, no processed oats, no bread, no pasta.

    Even if our ancestors occasionally found a wild tuber, it wasn’t a modern potato. Most tubers were members of the deadly nightshade family – bitter to eat, and literally poisonous unless rendered edible by fire. They were a food of last resort, a survival tactic for when the hunt failed, not a foundational part of our biology.

    The biggest ‘sugar hit’ our ancestors would have found was the occasional seasonal fruit or – after risking a swarm of bees – some wild honey.

    Instead, we survived by burning our own body fat for fuel. Through a process called gluconeogenesis, your liver creates the exact amount of glucose your brain and red blood cells need from proteins and fats. You don’t need a single gram of external carbohydrates – not one grain of rice or slice of bread – to survive or thrive. We aren’t designed to be fueled by a constant stream of sugar; we are designed to be fat-burning machines.

    It’s actually why we store fat so well! We evolved that way as a survival mechanism!

    The “better” trap

    Manufacturers love to use words like “integral,” “cracked,” and “whole.” They want you to think their product is a save haven for diabetics. And sure, black rice is objectively better than a chemical-laden “diabetic” candy bar made of polydextrose and erythritol. A slice of sprouted-grain bread is better than a donut.

    But “better” is a relative term.

    • If you’re at the bottom of a hole, a slightly shorter ladder is “better,” but you’re still stuck in the hole.
    • If your daily limit is 25g of carbs to keep your blood sugar flat, a “healthy” serving of black rice (34g of carbs!) still bankrupts your budget and spikes your insulin.

    The glycemic smoke screen

    The “healthy carb” industry relies on the Glycemic Index (GI). They tell you these carbs digest more slowly. That might be true, but for a diabetic, a slow-burning fire still burns the house down. A “slow” spike is still a spike that causes oxidative stress and damage to your microvasculature, leading to hypertension and nerve damage.

    When we eat these “healthy” grains, we are still feeding the same addiction. We are still telling our bodies to rely on glucose instead of burning our own fat for fuel, the way we did for millions of years.

    The devil is in the details, but what underlies the design?

    The devil is always in the details. When you look at the label of that “diabetic-friendly” bread and see 24g of carbs for two slices, the “detail” is the cracked wheat on top, but the “design” is a cleverly marketed starch-delivery system that keeps you dependent.

    We have to stop asking, “Is this carb better than that one?” and start asking, “Does this food move me toward healing or toward more medication?”

    If you want to achieve lasting remission, you need to fundamentally question your relationship with carbohydrates and the myths you’ve been raised with.

    The final betrayal: tearing down the food pyramid

    One of the key reasons for this misguided belief in the power of carbs is the traditional “Food Pyramid” that most of us were raised with is a lie. It is the cornerstone of the addiction that breaks us.

    Think back to that colorful triangle from school. It told us – with absolute authority – that the “base” of our survival should be 6 to 11 servings of bread, cereal, rice, and pasta every single day. We were taught to build our lives on a foundation of starch. We were told to fear the very proteins and fats that human beings thrived on for millennia.

    The pyramid – not a map to health but a blueprint for metabolic disaster.

    It took a species designed for strength and resilience and turned us into glucose-dependent addicts. It told us to build our houses on a foundation of sand – specifically, the kind of sand that turns into sugar the second it hits our bloodstream.

    For a diabetic, following that pyramid is like trying to put out a fire with gasoline.

    The foundation of a damaging lie: who built the pyramid?

    To truly walk away from the “Healthy Carb” myth, we have to understand where it came from. Many seem to think the food pyramid came from on high on stone tablets. Or at least that it was designed by doctors to save our lives. The truth is much more cynical.

    It was born from a budget, not a lab.

    The very first version of the traditional food pyramid was created in Sweden in 1974. It wasn’t a health guide – it was a frugality guide. The goal was to show people how to fill their bellies on a budget during a time of high food prices. Bread and pasta were at the bottom because they were cheap, not because they were healthy.

    The American “dream”

    When the US version was being developed in the 1980s, the lead nutritionist, Luise Light, actually designed a version with fruits and vegetables at the base. She recommended only 2–3 servings of grains a day.

    But the USDA – whose job was and is to sell American crops- stepped in. They overrode the scientists and jacked the grain requirement up to a massive 6–11 servings a day.

    Luise Light famously warned that this change would trigger an obesity and diabetes epidemic. She was ignored. Industry profits won; our health lost.

    Rebranded animal feed

    You’ve heard the term “cereal” your whole life, but at the turn of the last century, these grains were primarily used as animal feed. Industrial milling created a massive surplus of grain byproducts, so the industry got creative. They used the same machines that made “kibble” for livestock to extrude “flakes” for humans. They rebranded low-cost animal filler as a “scientific” breakfast, and we’ve been eating like prize-winning cattle ever since.

    The Verdict

    The Food Pyramid was never a medical prescription. It was a sales brochure for the grain industry.

    For a diabetic, following the Pyramid isn’t “balanced eating” – it’s participating in a 40-year-old marketing campaign that has failed us. It’s time to stop building our health on a foundation of rebranded animal feed.

    Trash

    It is time to take that food pyramid and throw it into the trash can of history, right alongside other “expert” advice like smoking for relaxation or using leeches to balance the humors.

    The new “foundation” doesn’t have a base of grains. It doesn’t have “healthy” black rice or “diabetic” bread holding it up.

    • The base should be real, whole proteins and healthy fats. Eggs, cheese, grass-fed meats, and the nutrient-dense vegetables are what keep blood sugar flat and support metabolic health.
    • The peak of that pyramid, for me, is the ultimate freedom: Fasting. The realization that I don’t need to be constantly “refueled” by a starch-delivery system. That taking a break from eating – giving our organs a rest and time to recuperate – is just as important to our metabolic health as what we eat.

    Once you see the blueprint for what it is – a design for dependency – you can finally stop building a metabolic house of cards and start building your own health, on a stronger foundation. Whole foods, not whole grains. Essential nutrients, not marketing bullshit.


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  • So I had another blip last week that paused my weight loss. Actually, I put on 2.3lbs. This was a result of a trip to Newcastle to see my partner, as I discussed in my previous post, “Making Allowances”, where I allowed myself Chinese food. And enjoyed it! Since I’ve now blown past my HbA1c target, I feel more relaxed about my diabetes. And while I still need to lose weight to get my blood pressure fully under control, it’s good to reward yourself for great results!

    Chinese food is one of my favourite things, and it’s always been an occasional treat, so not something I feel will risk my long-term goals.

    That said, usually, after a blip, I’d be straight back on track on the Monday after a weekend away, typically starting a 36hr fast overnight. But I was driving back from Newcastle on the Monday afternoon, which is a 3.5hr trip in the car, and I was struggling a bit with my energy levels.

    So I decided to break my fast. I had brought some pork crackling and cheese with me as well as a Keto Hana keto bar as snacks (always thinking ahead!), and therefore I could break my fast safely and within my eating plan.

    I’d managed around 14 hrs fasting, which isn’t terrible.

    I then went out for a swim on Monday evening and managed 1.25km – also increasing my sets again to 2 x 500m, 1 x 250m.

    Tuesday, I was out for a run, and pushed my walk/run intervals from 2 mins run / 1 min walk to 2.5 mins run / 1 min walk. As I’ve said before, it’s really important at my age and weight to gradually increase the workload when running. My cardiovascular system is doing great, as I can see from my swimming, but it’s completely different when running, which is load-bearing. It’s really my tendons and ligaments that I need to think about, and they take time to strengthen.

    Tuesday night I started another fast, fully intending to do 36hrs again – but Wednesday after my swim I felt really hungry. I often go straight from the pool to Tesco to get any shopping in, and I just had a mad craving for hummus! And I had recently bought some more of these Monarch Crackers, which are a great keto snack. They are literally made out of pure cheese, and just taste like very cheesy crackers, so I thought they’d go really well with some hummus. And they did! 😋

    So yes, I broke my fast after 22 hours, still a great fast! I must admit this is the first time I’ve had any real food cravings since starting my program back in December. And I guess, given where I’m at with my HbA1c, I feel more inclined to allow myself treats when I crave them. I know from previous experience that feeling like I “can’t have something” is one of the reasons I’ve eventually fallen off programs entirely, and I’m determined not to let that happen this time.

    My swim on Wednesday was a recovery swim after pushing it on Monday, so I was back to just 4 x 250m.

    Then Thursday, I was back to running, and again I backed down to 7 sets of 2 minutes run / 1 min walk as my calves and hips were still feeling tight. I definitely found it heavy going, which is why it’s so important to listen to your body and take it easy on yourself.

    Friday I swam again – another 2 x 500, 1 x 250m, and then today, Saturday, I was back to running, and again managed 6 sets of 2.5mins run / 1 min walk. I definitely felt a bit stronger running today.

    Thursday I also checked my blood pressure – first thing in the morning, before my run – and the results were pretty good – an average of 121/84 with a 65bpm heart rate.

    I also started another fast on Thursday and managed my first 36hr fast of the week through Friday until this morning! 😊

    And great news – I lost that 2.3lbs and another 1lb on top for good measure, bringing me down now to 15 St 11.8 lbs (221.8 lbs / 100.8 kg). I’m soooo close to getting through the 100kg barrier, which is a huge milestone!

    That’s a total of 36.1 lbs (16.4kg) lost since I started in December, and a grand total of 43.7lbs (19.9kg) since diagnosis. That’s 16.4% of my starting body weight I’ve now dropped!

    Here’s my updated status tracker for the more visually minded!

    I’m now at 51% of my target overall weight loss – 43.7 lbs / 19.8 kg, with 41.8 lbs / 19 kg to go before I get to 12st 12lbs (180lb/81.6kg)


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  • Making allowances

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    Now that I’ve breezed through my blood sugar target – hitting 42 mmol/mol (6%) at the beginning of April – I’m beginning to relax a little as far as blood sugar goes.

    Hitting 42 mmol/mol (6%) in just 100 days puts me on a clear downward trajectory, averaging about 0.37mmol/mol or 0.034% per day.

    Graph showing HbA1c blood sugar test results over a period of approximately one year months, starting at 59mmol/mol in April 2025, rising to 79 mmol/mol in December 2025 and then sharply declining to 42mmol/mol in March 2026

    Purely by estimation, based on my progress to date, since it’s now two weeks from my last HbA1c test, I should be somewhere around 36 mmol/mol or 5.46% today, which is way beyond where I’d expected to be at this stage.

    Blood sugar naturally “bottoms out” somewhere between around 27mmol/mol (4.6%) and 36mmol/mol (5.4%). There are mechanisms in place to prevent you from going any lower, which puts me firmly into the “maintenance” zone for my blood sugar.

    As a result I allowed mysel a treat this weekend, as I was visiting my partner up in Newcastle. We shared some Chinese takeout, which was yummy! 😋🤤

    Of course, I still selected relatively “good” choices – one of my favourite Chinese dishes is crispy aromatic duck with pancakes. Duck is, of course, an excellent source of protein and healthy fats, and it’s served with thinly sliced cucumber and spring onions. You wrap the duck and greens in pancakes which are wafer-thin, and the “worst” part of the meal is the rich hoisin sauce. Last time I ordered crispy duck I barely put a light scraping of hoisin on my pancakes, just enough to get the taste, but this time I was very liberal! 😋

    I also had some dry pork ribs, which, of course, are fine for my keto diet.

    However, I also allowed myself two completely non-keto treats. I had three (no more!) deep-fried chicken balls in sweet-and-sour sauce. In this case, the battered coating and sauce are probably equally bad, hence limiting myself to just three. I also had some seaweed. Seaweed, of course, is usually not seaweed at all, but some other leafy green – like cabbage or kale – which is fried, but also usually dusted with brown sugar. Even though it’s just a dusting, it’s something to be aware of if you’re trying to be strictly keto.

    It felt very indulgent, but I was able to enjoy it all completely guilt-free. Even though I know it will have kicked my blood sugar quite high after the meal, it’s still just one meal in a sea of keto choices. And after shooting past my blood sugar target, I’m no longer worried about my Type 2 Diabetes at all.

    I had intended to get back to my usual 36-hour fast from Sunday night through til Tuesday morning, but I had a long drive back from Newcastle on Monday and decided to go easy on myself. So no fasting on Monday, but I was back to eating keto, and back to my Monday evening swim.

    I was feeling very good on Monday night, so I did 2 x 500m plus 1 x 250m for a total of 1.25km.

    On Tuesday, I ate normally (i.e., keto) and went for a run. Again, I was feeling pretty good, so I pushed my run sets up to 2.5 minutes with the usual 1-minute rest.

    Today I’m back to fasting, and will swim again later.

    I took my blood pressure, and that was also pretty good, averaging 130/89 with my final seated test just 125/88.

    My diastolic was still a little high, but still very good for me, and the systolic reading was just about as good as I can expect.

    American Heart Association image displaying blood pressure stages from normal through to hypertensive crisis.

    But even more important for me is my standing blood pressure, which was 116/83. That’s a drop of just 9 points systolic and 5 points diastolic, which is well within the healthy range for a standing drop. You may recall I have seen drops as high as 30 points and even more of systolic pressure, which comes with a very high risk of fainting!

    All in all, I’m very happy with my week so far, and excited to get back to fasting and seeing some more weight loss. Obviously, this weekend’s Chinese meal will have represented a small blip in my weight loss, but one I’m very happy with. I know a couple of 36-hour fasts and my usual keto diet will see me reverse that blip and get back on track in no time!


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  • I don’t believe in karma. But now and then, it does feel a little bit like there’s a malicious and/or mischievous fate determined to kick us just when we are at our best.

    And at other times, it feels like things are always darkest before the dawn, and new hope arises from the ashes of despair.

    These last two weeks, I can really relate.

    Two weeks ago today, I got the news that I had been selected for redundancy. No, I don’t work for Oracle, but my company, also a global software company, made 4% of its workforce redundant overnight – ostensibly for similar reasons – a major refocus on AI projects. There is clearly a sense that AI can/will make the company more efficient and that these 880 individuals won’t be missed. Of course, they are wrong. I have specialist knowledge that literally a handful of people in my industry share, which AI can never replace, and at a time when my industry is undergoing a historically unprecedented boom!

    But that never stops corporate bean-counters from doing their thing.

    Anyway, I was due the following Friday (March 27th) to have my quarterly diabetic checkup with my GP, and I was still very excited to hear how well I had done over the preceding 3 months in terms of my blood glucose levels – my HbA1C results. However, on Thursday, I received an automated reschedule notification, pushing it out 6 weeks to early May! Annoying!

    Undeterred by this news and my impending redundancy, I decided to pay for a private test from MonitorMyHealth and sent away a blood sample on Monday, getting the results on Wednesday. The results were frankly incredible, beyond my wildest expectations – I had effectively reached type 2 diabetes remission in just 100 days, going from an HbA1c measurement of 79 mmol/mol (9.4%) to 42 mmol/mol (6%)! Here in the UK that is the borderline between “normal” blood sugar and “prediabetes”.

    It was by any measure a simply fantastic result. And I was looking forward to celebrating over the weekend, as I was due to go to a wedding on Good Friday up in Newcastle, and with that result, I might even have allowed myself a slice of actual wedding cake! 🍰

    But by Thursday evening, I was sick as a dog – a cough, mild flu symptoms, but worst of all, at the same time, an awful gastrointestinal bug that had me never straying too far away from the nearest bathroom.

    While I’d joked on Wednesday about my results representing my own personal Easter rebirth, my Easter weekend was in fact ruined. There was no way I could risk driving for 3.5 hours, or, of course, risk infecting fellow wedding guests with the flu. Or risk an accident on the dance floor, for that matter!

    I was sick all over the Easter period – and still poorly today, Easter Monday.

    For obvious reasons, I haven’t been able to do any fasting or exercise during this time. But one thought did occur to me, given the many, many, many trips I had made to the bathroom – sometimes only barely making it in time – surely I must have lost some weight at least? 😂

    So this morning I weighed in to find that all of those dark clouds did indeed have a silver lining…

    Progress Update • Week 15 – April 6, 2026 (from December 20th)

    15st 13.6lbs
    223.6 lbs | 101.6kg
    Total Loss: 2st 6.3lbs (34.3 lbs / 15.6 kg)

    Exercise status: Illness stopped play!

    Fasting Status: Illness stopped play!

    Target: 12st 12lbs (180lbs) | Remaining: 43.6 lbs

    Yes, those days of illness have catapulted me to a stonking weight loss week of over 5lbs again, bringing my weight down to under 16 stone! I’m now into the 15 stone range, albeit only just. But I’ll take it! I’m not proud!😂

    Also, that takes me to over 15kgs lost since December and 19kgs in total since diagnosis – this is the target weight loss I was aiming for as it’s one of the clinical recommendations for achieving type 2 diabetes remission. It also means I’ve now lost 15.78% of my starting body weight, with 10-15% of body weight being one of the other clinical recommendations.

    And this now brings me shockingly close to another major weight loss milestone for me – at 101.6kgs I’m only 1.7kg away from hitting double figures in the metric system! 99kg!!!!

    Yes, of course, I know this is mostly water weight (boy do I ever know!!), and there is a distinct possibility that I might see this fluctuate back upwards once I’m fully recovered, but I’ll take every victory I can get right now! 😂🤣

    But also, every silver lining has its own cloud, and this is no different. Given the somewhat extreme illness-assisted weight loss this week, it should come as no great surprise to note that my blood pressure has also reduced. We know that dehydration, as caused by gastrointestinal issues like mine, results in low blood volume, which equates to low blood pressure.

    This morning, my seated blood pressure results look almost “textbook perfect”: 116/80.

    But given my ongoing hypertension, this just reflects how low my blood volume is. And we can demonstrate by looking at my standing blood pressure. It dropped from 116/80 with a heart rate of 74 bpm to an all-time low reading of 83/59, with my heart rate racing to 90bpm!

    Low blood pressure – or hypotension – is any reading below 90/60. Not only is my systolic reading low at 83, but my diastolic also just fell under the 60 mark at 59!

    The subjective evidence was equally compelling – this is the first time ever when taking my standing reading where I’ve actually had to sit down to avoid the risk of fainting. So that 83/59 is actually after I’d taken a minute to sit back down, then got back up again. It must have hit lower than that at least for a moment.

    Don’t worry, I’m used to the occasional light-headedness and have trained myself instinctively to sit down any time I have even the slightest feeling of dizziness, as I did today. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.

    To rehydrate, I’ve already doubled up on my regular electrolyte tablets, and added a healthy dose of salt to my water, along with a further soluble High 5 electrolyte tablet! I’ll also be very liberal with the salt on anything I eat today – illnesses, especially gastrointestinal ones, can really hit your hydration levels hard and counter-intuitively, while salt is generally described as “the enemy” for people with hypertension, when your blood pressure drops like mine has done suddenly it is your best friend.


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