At 55, my doctor handed me the diabetes diagnosis and a prescription.
“You’ll need these for life,” he said. “It’s just how it is at your age.”
I took the pills for a while. Then I started asking questions.
What if I changed what I ate? What if I moved my body differently? What if my pancreas could actually heal?
The doctor shook his head. Said it doesn’t work that way.
Seventeen years later, I’m 72. No pills. No diabetes. Still moving, still strong.
Here’s what I learned: Your body responds to what you do TODAY. Not what some doctor decided about you years ago.
Real food. Daily movement. Quality sleep. That’s it.
The system makes billions on pills. Zero dollars on you healing yourself.
So here’s the question: Are you actually broken, or have you just been convinced to stop trying?
