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I connected the dots.

  • In the last six months, I've gone from exercising sporadicly to exercising every day, but I am gaining weight.
  • In the last year, I've gone from not paying much attention to what I eat to eating mostly natural foods, often organic, but I am gaining weight.
  • In the last two years, my diabetes has been perfectly under control, with my other labs (hormones, cholesterol, blood pressure) improving greatly, but I am still gaining weight.
  • Last year, I joined Weight Watchers, followed the plan, took 10 weeks to lose 10 pounds and then plateaued for the next 5 months.

I was thinking about these things today and wondering why it just doesn't work for me. Then the final dot came to mind, completing the picture:

  • (I'm so frustrated I couldn't find a scientific explanation for this, but still, it's been state again and again...) Insulin resistance causes weight gain.
I was diagnosed with insulin resistance maybe a decade ago, a complication of PCOS. Then when I was diagnosed with diabetes (another complication of PCOS) a few years ago, I was reminded of my insulin resistance.

But honestly, since my diabetes has been totally under control, I thought i didn't have to worry about IR anymore. Then it clicked with me today -- even if my blood sugar is good, my cells are still resistant to insulin, causing me to produce more, leading to whatever metabolic mystery equals not losing weight even though I'm making significant effort.

So I'm dusting off those forgotten insulin resistance books, and books and probably going to kick it old skool, cutting out sugar and refined carbs. I'm going to study those books like they are the Bible and get this under control.

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