New to forum, 30 year old type-II

I was diagnosed back in December with an A1C of 13.6 and a glucose level of 350. I’ve been on 1500mg of Metformin a day and eating less carbs (and a lot of nuts), and my reading 20 minutes ago was 125. My A1C last week was 11. Going back to the doctor’s on Tuesday for classes in taking insulin injections.

In my last year of college, I was 168lbs at a height of 6’1". I tried starting a business several times, but failed, had no health insurance, ended up selling my home (at the peak of the real estate bubble!), used that to pay off my debts, and I kind of went into an over-eating depressive mode for a few years. From 2005 to 2007, I gained over a hundred pounds and peaked at 283lbs. I felt like a fat pig, but I kind of gave up on life and just didn’t care. (I am currently 243 lbs.)

I then got a full-time job, and went to graduate school at the same time. I was so focused on the job and graduate school that I stopped exercising altogether. I was eating out all the time, treating my body like absolute ****. But by the end of all of this, my body just gave out on me. I was experiencing all kinds of allergies, hallucinations, and every day was just a struggle. I stopped working, kept passing out from all the various medications I was on. I knew what was going on was because I wasn’t taking care of myself, but I just kind of lost the ability to manage things.

I knew I had problems in 2006, so I went to therapists and doctors. The doctors treated me really poorly, and they said my over-eating was a psychological problem. They did the diabetes tests, didn’t give me any real warnings or anything. I was eating and eating, never feeling satisified. I never got any energy from what I ate, and eventually just started slipping further into the abyss.

One day, I woke up and half my body was numb. I went to the doctor, found out my triglyceride level was 4000 and my glucose levels were off the charts. I finally found out I was a diabetic.

I’ve been working on slowly rebuilding life, but today I found out all of my grandparents died of diabetes. None of them had any weight problems — their diets did them in. They had amputations, lost their sight and all died really horrible deaths. I never knew why they died, I just assumed it was old age.

I haven’t been exercising. I’ve avoided sugar and carbs, but occasionally I will have a little. I’m kind of aimless at the moment, just trying to take it all in.