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Sometime in the late summer of 2019, I had a dream. In my dream, God talked to me and said, "You'll be dead in 7 years.
Keep moving."
In the same dream, I also talked to God, "it's been seven years, God. How come I'm not dead yet?" He answered (with that tone), "Keep moving!" That's the end of the dream.
A month later, I was diagnosed with diabetes type 2. It deeply runs in the family.
My doctor didn't put me on any medication - she wanted me to tackle it thru diet and activities.
To think that I lack any activities was quite a surprise. I do my walks or dancercise, and my job involves physical activities.
I even lost a few pounds.
Maybe, it's really my diet - I've been eating so much fruit (which is high in sugar), and have been bingeing on pasta or rice every now and then. So I stuck to my walks/dancing, and started strictly counting my carbs (Keto diet) - not more than 20 gr.
On my walk one day, I met an old man with a dog, picking empty cans. I commented on his dog, and we said a few pleasantries, and parted ways. As I got close to home, I suddenly wondered if the old man needed some help. I felt compelled to know, and I felt compelled to find him. So I retraced my steps to where I last saw him - he walked fast since I can't see him. I asked people and they pointed to where they last saw him. Finally, I found him. We talked some more (if he was surprised to see me again, he didn't say).
No, he's fine. He didn't need any help.
Then it just hit me - 30 minutes - this is how much time I should devote to my exercise.
I've also stumbled to a diabetes support forum, which is quite busy, informative, and supportive.
I've dug up the Leslie Sansone Walk, Walk,Walk exercises (indoor walking) whom I've stumbled onto online way back - and curiously googled for more info on her. Apparently, she's a Christian who found this calling and had started this regimen in her own church, which had spread to other churches.
I was supposed to have my blood works done again, and meet with my doctor.
I've been testing my glucose everyday at home, and the results look promising.
But I'm not really sure if this has anything to do with the dream I had.
I didn't know what to make of it.....so I talked to God about it.
I said, if there's any positive dramatic results, I'll give this as a testimony.
I saw my doctor just before Christmas (after my blood works), and she burst into the room exclaiming, "you've done something that's quite hard to do in 3 months!" My blood glucose is way down - from 7.0 to 6.5.
6.4 is the borderline to pre-diabetes. I ended up giving my testimony to my doctor.
I'm not sure what God's purpose is, but I'm giving my testimony as promised to God.
For folks with diabetes, activities is a must as it helps with insulin sensitivity. Keep moving.
I'd also want to share this site that I think is quite effective:
Diabetes Forum • The Global Diabetes Community
Keep moving."
In the same dream, I also talked to God, "it's been seven years, God. How come I'm not dead yet?" He answered (with that tone), "Keep moving!" That's the end of the dream.
A month later, I was diagnosed with diabetes type 2. It deeply runs in the family.
My doctor didn't put me on any medication - she wanted me to tackle it thru diet and activities.
To think that I lack any activities was quite a surprise. I do my walks or dancercise, and my job involves physical activities.
I even lost a few pounds.
Maybe, it's really my diet - I've been eating so much fruit (which is high in sugar), and have been bingeing on pasta or rice every now and then. So I stuck to my walks/dancing, and started strictly counting my carbs (Keto diet) - not more than 20 gr.
On my walk one day, I met an old man with a dog, picking empty cans. I commented on his dog, and we said a few pleasantries, and parted ways. As I got close to home, I suddenly wondered if the old man needed some help. I felt compelled to know, and I felt compelled to find him. So I retraced my steps to where I last saw him - he walked fast since I can't see him. I asked people and they pointed to where they last saw him. Finally, I found him. We talked some more (if he was surprised to see me again, he didn't say).
No, he's fine. He didn't need any help.
Then it just hit me - 30 minutes - this is how much time I should devote to my exercise.
I've also stumbled to a diabetes support forum, which is quite busy, informative, and supportive.
I've dug up the Leslie Sansone Walk, Walk,Walk exercises (indoor walking) whom I've stumbled onto online way back - and curiously googled for more info on her. Apparently, she's a Christian who found this calling and had started this regimen in her own church, which had spread to other churches.
I was supposed to have my blood works done again, and meet with my doctor.
I've been testing my glucose everyday at home, and the results look promising.
But I'm not really sure if this has anything to do with the dream I had.
I didn't know what to make of it.....so I talked to God about it.
I said, if there's any positive dramatic results, I'll give this as a testimony.
I saw my doctor just before Christmas (after my blood works), and she burst into the room exclaiming, "you've done something that's quite hard to do in 3 months!" My blood glucose is way down - from 7.0 to 6.5.
6.4 is the borderline to pre-diabetes. I ended up giving my testimony to my doctor.

I'm not sure what God's purpose is, but I'm giving my testimony as promised to God.
For folks with diabetes, activities is a must as it helps with insulin sensitivity. Keep moving.
I'd also want to share this site that I think is quite effective:
Diabetes Forum • The Global Diabetes Community
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