Friday May 17th, (a date I'll always remember), the nurse at my GP practice gave me the news. I'm Type 2. To say I was upset is the understatement of the year. Shocked, and yes, I admit, tearful. Even seeing the words fills me with sorrow and shame. I'd been called back after my annual review, for a second blood test, as the reading was just slightly high. The nurse saw how shocked I was, and decided then and there, not to 'diagnose' me, but asked me if I thought I could do something to help myself? Of course, I knew the answer - lose weight and exercise. So, no meds just yet, but at my next review in August, I know I'll be prescribed Metformin if things haven't improved. So, my journey towards weight loss and fitness started the next morning. My daughter recommended MFP to me, and it's the best thing ever. I now record every morsel of food and drink (note to self, MUST start drinking water!), and record all exercise. In week one, I've gone from being a total couch potato, to walking (completed approx 3 miles the first week), and used my exercise bike 3 times, & the same the second. Not a huge amount, I know, but with 2 knee replacements, asthma, and just... well, being fat, I'm a bit proud of myself. Weighed myself yesterday morning, and I've lost exactly one stone. (I realise the weight loss will slow down now). Your stories are inspiring me. I have a long way to go, but if I can drop a couple of stones over the summer, I'll be on my way. Wish me luck!