Law of Attraction, new people, new experiences; leave your mark!

This weekend was a really good one… I was in Virginia Beach, Virginia coaching my wrestling teams at the National High School Coaches Association National Duals. The weather was great and so were my blood sugars. Had a few lows but overall, it was extremely well-controlled between my pump and my constant glucose monitor.

Days at wrestling competitions can often be grueling for everyone involved. The athletes, the coaches, the parents, the staff, the officials, all output a tremendous amount of energy. The forms in which the energy varies on the emotional spectrum greatly. Kids, parents, coaches and tournament workers, typically, release this energy in the form of stress, frustration and sometimes anger.

I have found this to be an extremely toxic environment for anyone and especially young, developing athletes. Our team operates differently and leading by example seems to be impacting these events. We preach positivity, mental toughness and always doing the right thing. Wrestling can be an outstanding tool to teach everyone involved respect for themselves and others.

One of the things I always tell my wrestlers, “If you can’t control yourself, how can you expect to control your opponent?” The life lessons learned through sport, wrestling specifically can be dramatically influential. There is a reason the Forbes‘ Magazine published an article stating wrestlers have high success rates in the business world.

Two of my favorite parts of traveling the world to wrestle/grapple are the people I meet and the experiences I encounter. Obviously, they work hand in hand.

I felt very blessed this weekend, many people approached me to discuss Type-1 Diabetes and simply to extend warm wishes about the way our team operates and carries ourselves. It makes me feel very proud that parents trust me to work with their young athletes on and off the mat and I am positive force in their lives.

I saw a few Diabetic wrestlers, friends while also meeting new ones and also gaining much more insight about the “human condition”, in general. People have always felt comfortable talking to me and seem to seek me out, partly this is what has led to publishing my blog.

I discussed, with many parents, the emotional and mental hardships/obstacles that they may be experiencing. And I am very thankful that they feel comfortable and confident discussing/addressing these issues with me.

Everyone has a story; as people, we should all look to speak less and listen more. Many people struggling internally need simply that… To have someone that really listens to them and isn’t just waiting to talk back at them. We can all learn from each other and need to remember we are all just people… We all want (mostly) the same things, self-worth and to feel loved.

Do not misunderstand the power that you have as a citizen of the world. You have the ability to change the world every single day with the encounters you have with others.

Take a few seconds out of your day to pass along positivity. It spreads and has a ripple effect on a larger scale than we can fathom. Remember, that negativity and fear have the same power.

Always keep in mind… People are all fighting battles that are invisible to others. Change the way you interact with others and the positivity that you sow will come back to you ten fold. The more good you do, the more good that comes back. Think positive; speak positive; and see how positive the results can be. Reward yourself and others by doing good.

My blood sugar has been very stable lately and I am overwhelmed with all of the support I have received from people everywhere.

Never forget, you can do anything with knowledge and Belief.

Keep fighting!

Much respect,

Fighting Type-1

Law of Attraction, new people, new experiences; leave your mark!

The ignored and the forgotten…

For those that have dealt with Type-1 Diabetes, first hand, they understand the severity of the disease. A split second can mean the difference between having a great day or ending up in the hospital… Especially for me lately.

Did you know that Diabetes, annually, causes more deaths than Breast Cancer and AIDS… combined? Did you know that in 2012, $285 BILLION was spent on diabetes related costs in the US? And nearly 1/10 people have diabetes? Those are stifling statistics.

Did you know that with “good” health insurance, it still costs upwards of $12,000.00/year for one person to receive treatment? That’s without complications. So if a diabetic had a $50k/year job, 20% of their income will go directly to keeping them alive… But also losing money each paycheck paying into insurance. That’s WITH insurance.

Diabetes imposes a substantial burden on the economy of the U.S. in the form of increased medical costs and indirect costs from work-related absenteeism, reduced productivity at work and at home, reduced labor force participation from chronic disability, and premature mortality (1,2). In addition to the economic burden that has been quantified, diabetes imposes high intangible costs on society in terms of reduced quality of life and pain and suffering of people with diabetes, their families, and friends.

-“Economic Costs of Diabetes in the US in 2012” – American Diabetes Association

Everything in life is more difficult for a diabetic. You need a good job to have health benefits but in this economy and with this work force and job competition, it is not only hard to find a job, especially one with benefits, it’s difficult to keep one due to the hardships incurred due to diabetes.

But ultimately, for those with diabetes, the disease can be used as a tool for forging the strongest mind earthly possible. Teaching you that though things can be overwhelmingly difficult, success is still possible with perseverance, knowledge and belief. You just can’t quit!

Even as a Diabetic myself and dealing with MANY near death experiences and close calls, I haven’t really grasped the real mortality of the disease.

A few days ago, I heard from a few friends, on separate occasions, that they had lost friends to Type-1 Diabetes. One, to a car accident, officials stated blood sugar was an issue, the other, was complications from Diabetes, not sure of the details. That blew me away. Brought me to tears… Tears for their families and the struggles they’ve endured, I’m sure wishing they could deal with the burden of diabetes for just one more day. Tears for my own family.

So why is it that Diabetes receives so little publicity? Why is it so ignored? It’s the elephant in the room that no one wants to acknowledge…

It’s one of the fastest “spreading” diseases with one of the highest death rates, yet most people don’t know much about it… at all.

Most people brush it under the rug as “Juvenile diabetes… shouldn’t have eaten so much candy as a kid,” and “You should probably eat a better diet,” “How did you get Diabetes? Eating too much sugar as a kid?”

With the daily routines, finger sticks, meal boluses, late night lows, irritable highs, doctor visits and much more; those who deal with these things understand the difficulty in this balancing act of life with diabetes. Those that don’t understand, simply think it’s a life time punishment of no desert. We can change that!

There is such a prevalence of misunderstanding, that I recall being pulled over in high school and having my car searched because the officer thought my insulin pen was… I’m not sure… Something illegal. Even after explaining that I am a Type-1 and showing him my test kit.

Another time in high school, a syringe accidentally fell out of my bag in another student’s dorm room… The housemaster saw it and confronted him… Confused, it then dawned on my friend that it must have belonged to me… Later that day, I found myself in the middle of an intervention for heroin. It took the teachers a little while to understand that I used syringes to inject insulin, not illegal drugs.

In an even stranger instance, a student had been caught with hypodermic needles that he had been using to inject Anabolic Steroids. Instead of admitting his habit, he tried to say the entire bag of huge needles actually belonged to me for insulin use.

Diabetes is even difficult for those with it to comprehend. There are countless variables that change daily life with diabetes from diet to exercise, stress to humidity and much more.

With the daily, diabetic routines, often comes with an embarrassment, shyness and downplaying of the disease. I know this because I often had these feelings throughout my upbringing. This also leads to a misunderstanding of diabetes. Because of the way many downplay the disease, people tend to overlook it’s severity.

For a number of years, I was very secretive and shy about anything diabetes related. I would slyly hide my test kit under the table or go to the bathroom to inject or test. Most people had no idea, sometimes others would see and would stare. It took me a long time to understand their curiosity and lack of understanding. The older I got, the more I tried to showcase and highlight my disease, I embraced it, openly injecting and putting people at ease with jokes and banter to help them comfortably understand. Don’t hide it, people need to know!

This, in part, has led me to starting this blog. I am hoping to spread awareness and I find, the more I write about the disease, the more I talk about it also.

Getting connected to other diabetics is very important. Diabetics must understand that there are people that understand what they are going through… You are not the only ones in this fight. Don’t be shy about your disease, look to spread awareness, positivity; educate others so one day they may be more prepared to handle a diabetic related incident.

In one of my video and text blogs, (watch here), I discuss the social psychological phenomenon titled “The Bystander Effect”. Basically, the theory suggests, that most people will not help a person in distress or even notice them until they see others doing the same.

I haven’t experienced this first hand and believe that with more awareness, we would see a decline in such events.

I remember when I was a kid at wrestling camp, another camper approached me and asked me for money to get candy because he was diabetic… The incredulous and curious child I was, I prodded him for more information. I discovered he had made it up so he could get candy… Smart kid, I guess, but I told him he shouldn’t deceive people with such a serious disease, one that I had. He proceeded to call me a “freak” and then walked away. Just an interesting encounter I recalled… Where did he learn about diabetes? A sibling? A parent? School?

What more can be done to help spread information and awareness about Type-1 Diabetes? Why doesn’t it receive more attention despite the millions of people suffering with more and more others being diagnosed?

I will tell you where. It starts with you. Whether you have diabetes or not, it has likely affected you or someone close to you.

Diabetics: Don’t be afraid to talk about your disease, let it be known, educate friends, pupils, coworkers, family, teammates, even strangers. Use any means possible to help make people understand a little bit more about diabetes. In the least, for your safety, train those close to you about how to react to a diabetic emergency. But most importantly… Don’t lose hope. A cure is out there, maybe it’s prevention, maybe it’s changing the way we currently operate… But it’s out there. Look to be part of the drive toward putting a stop to this disease. There are other people out there that are also dealing with what you are going through. Connect with them, connect with others. Keep fighting.

Non-Diabetics: It’s not possible for you to understand what diabetics go through on a daily basis. It is important that you understand that. Educate yourself, it may save a life. Reach out to those you know struggling with this, sometimes just being there can save a life too.

I learn more about diabetes and myself every single day with the help of everyone around me. Thanks to all those who have supported me, especially my family, parents and wife. There are countless people that have literally saved my life over the years because they were equipped with the knowledge to do so at the time. For that, I am eternally grateful.

“You’ll never meet a strong person with an easy past.”

Thanks for reading!

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The ignored and the forgotten…

Type-1, Athletics, *DiaBulimia

This post is a very important one to me and I am sharing personal information that will hopefully affect and save lives…

This is, largely, what led me to all of my nutritional research; what you eat is more important than you can understand…

Back in my day! Just kidding… But seriously…

When I was a kid and diagnosed with diabetes, in the hospital, they made it pretty clear that wrestling probably wasn’t a good idea for me. They had no idea what they were talking about!

Wrestling could be the biggest single decision that has impacted my life more than any other one thing…

It didn’t come natural to me. But i loved it. I was a strong kid. Not at all fast, a bit goofy. (The year I was diagnosed, my parents got me cocker spaniel puppy and surprised me at soccer practice, I, excitedly, ran over to greet them and our new puppy where I proceeded to accidentally step on her head in my cleats… there was some worry, but luckily, she was okay and lived 15 great years.) Anyway, getting started wrestling, I wasn’t very good. But I learned to use my strengths, and this is one of the reasons it’s great to get your kids, especially young type-1’s into sports, especially ones like wrestling, grappling and martial arts. Also, the brain function necessary to compete or train with an opponent is tremendous and much like solving a multi-variable equation with your body, the forces of nature and much more; Constantly calculating.

When I was diagnosed, it was the wintertime… Sick time for me and wrestling season. Which at the time, I was still very new to. I was out of school a lot the year leading up to diagnosis, with strep throat multiple times, so I also didn’t do much in the way of sports or physical activity until after the “Honeymoon” stages of T-1.

I played a lot of other sports and despite the constant excitement of diabetes, I was quite bored. Wrestling was the only thing that help my attention.

I played a lot of baseball as a kid. I was actually really good. Played on state, regional all-star teams, the starting line-up, sometimes even MVP batting 3-4 in the line-up. I think I’m even in the Little League Hall of Fame by winning the “Catcher’s Award” at the Little League World Series Camp in Williamsport, PA.

I believe Diabetes largely helped lead to my success in the athletic fields.

It often surprised ( still does ) that I was a Diabetic because I didn’t seem sickly. I guess that’s a compliment. It’s also because my parents are awesome and took great care of me… When a child is diagnosed, it’s not just them, it’s their whole family. It’s a serious struggle to watch your children go through the rigors of T-1D.

Wrestling ended up taking over nearly all of my free time outside of school… School and life in general is very interesting growing up with diabetes. You get a first hand look at how little is known about the disease. People are scared, confused, nervous, over protective; at times even wondering if it is communicable but too afraid to ask. At the beach with friends as a kid, my friends mom wouldn’t let me go barefoot because she was afraid I would get a cut and then need my leg amputated, guess.

Every day, I experienced all the variables life had to offer and had to become conscious of them in order to manage my blood sugar.

Wrestling made me more disciplined, knowing that I needed to feel good enough to practice hard enough to get better. I was very good as a middle school wrestler. Competed and won in State and National Events, was on all-star teams; my parents sacrificed a lot to bring me to events all over the country.

Once I was old enough to starting managing myself, typical to diabetics, I rebelled and poorly managed my disease. Many diabetics allow the disease to become destructive in their lives. This is why real purpose for diabetics is pivotal. Wrestling was my purpose.

It wasn’t until I was a young teenager did things take a turn for the worst and I really realized things had to change.

As a freshman, I began attending prestigious Blair Academy to wrestle for the No. 1 wrestling team in the country. And I was nearly the same distance from the local sending district high school, just in the other direction.

That was a big adjustment, not only did I have diabetes accelerating the maturation process, I also had boarding, preparatory school to do the same.

I was in an upper classman’s weight my freshman year and he obliterated me in our wrestle-offs. 77-5 was the score. Some of you wrestling fans may be saying to yourself, “But that’s a technical fall passed the 15 point deficit?”… Not in our room. I wrestled the whole match and took my loss as a learning and experience and like a “man”.

My sophomore year, I had won my spot on the team, only this year, I was much heavier than the weight limit. So I had to cut weight… No one even knew how much but me and my roommate. Every weight I would cut down and make weight, it really took it’s toll on me and being the proud, stubborn person that I am, I kept tough and quiet.

It wasn’t until one of the largest national tournaments of the year, that my parents realized my mental state and the state of my diabetes. We immediately began planning my return home.

I had been neglecting to use insulin, except when I needed to so I could have High Blood Sugar, push my body into Ketoacidosis and pee my weight off. I have never admitted this before I just typed it. I suppose all the Acidic blood messed up my brain and I developed, what I now know to be referred to as, Diabulimia.

I lied about my blood sugar, I lied about my weight, I lied about how I was feeling, I lied about everything.

Mentally, I was in such a low state and the constant DKA and hyperglycemia left me angry, bitter, hateful. Even when I moved home, I didn’t get better. I was at a new school, a public school. But my parents had moved while I was at Blair Academy, so it wasn’t a new school but with the kids I grew up with. I rebelled and I lied more.

The new school was happy to get a top 10 Nationally Ranked Sophomore wrestler. I easily won my wrestle off and again began lying about my weight and my blood sugars. I decided I was staying at “my weight” instead of bumping up.

That year at the state tournament, I cut weight by using high blood sugar because the stress of training to lose it was too much on my acidic body. I secretly used water pills. I likely did irreparable damage to my body. I lost my first two matches and that was it.

A few weeks later, I got really sick. Really sick. I lost all that weight for good and was skinny, pale and miserable.

I was diagnosed with Mononucleosis. After getting rest, recovering, taking care of my blood sugar, I finally started to become myself again. Much bigger. Both physically and spiritually.

I knew I needed to start taking better care of myself. So I hopefully, wouldn’t have to endure something like that ever again.

I stopped cutting weight, starting learning (even more than I already knew) about nutrition and had a new intense desire to be better and better. Both on and off the mat.

My time attending public school scared me, quite frankly. It was almost like a less intense (and not televised) version of that show, “Scared Straight”. I had grown accustomed the small classes, caring teacher, thoughtful students and higher learning. Don’t get me wrong, there are still great teachers and students in public school… But there is also a darkness that is not spoken about. Open drug use, 30 racks in the bathrooms, unruly disrespectful students (AND TEACHERS).

Another experience and juxtaposition that would shape me and form me, at the mercy of this disease.

I began working to get back to Blair, where I felt I belonged. After talking with the coaches, I reached out and wrote a long letter and met with the Headmaster and Deans. They agreed to let me return to school, under the provision that my diabetes was in order. I was more than happy to oblige.

The end… Well not really, but that’s the end where I wrap this up. That was my first rebirth or rising of the phoenix.

After all that I had been through, most of which was self-inflicted, I had learned a lot about myself and grown significantly.

Wrestling made me strong, both physically and mentally, brave and persistent. Diabetes had made me self-conscious (in a good way) and despite fighting the disease, alive.

I do not believe there could have been any better combination of things to ultimately teach me everything I have learned. The lessons and values wrestling has taught me on and off the mat, coupled with the wisdom and knowledge of many things that diabetes has taught me, I had realized that, despite your circumstances, you are capable of anything, both good and bad. So choose wisely!

I encourage any of you struggling with Type-1 Diabetes in anyway, don’t be afraid to ask for help and don’t be embarrassed about who you are! Testing or injecting in public, no worries, maybe something great will come from it.

So in closing, sports, athletics, training, etc., is of utmost importance to diabetics to help them understand themselves, in many different ways, their disease and how the world affects it all.

In athletics and in life with diabetes, the only time you are really losing is when you refuse to learn. Learn from your mistakes and successes, luckily, I have.

Diabulimia can be a serious, life-threatening issue if left alone. You deserve to feel better, not worse, don’t punish yourself. Feel free to contact me, there are many ways to lose weight, manage your diabetes and feel great in the process. I was lucky enough to be able to pull myself out of it but it’s okay to need help! You are not alone!

Keep Fighting Type -1!


Type-1, Athletics, *DiaBulimia

About me!

This was going to just be my about me section but I got a little carried away…

This is only a tip of the iceberg. You AIN’T read NOTHIN’!

My name is Jared Platt and I’m a T-1 Diabetic.

Wrestling and Diabetes have made me the person that I am today… My kids AND my dog think I’m pretty awesome. So that’s really cool.

I have traveled the world (wish I took more photos) and shared experiences with many of this planets most gifted athletes, musicians, intellects (as I stretch my suspenders). It’s been a great life, Blessed beyond words to have endured and lived what I have.

There have been two things in my life that have given the opportunity to open the doors to these experiences. Wrestling and Diabetes.

I grew up in Northwest, New Jersey… Sort of out by the Delaware Water Gap… Nowhere you’ve ever heard of, or been. On the edge of Jenny Jump State forest, where you weren’t really close to much except for the woods and the beautiful, scrolling mountainous ranges and wet lands. Maybe one of the state’s best kept secrets.

I grew up wrestling from a very young age. When I was diagnosed at age 8, they told me it would be best that I stopped wrestling. Who knows what I would have done if I had been discouraged.

In High School, I attended prestigious boarding school, Blair Academy, where I was named captain of the wrestling team my junior and senior year and received many “Named” awards, as well as on the Class Council.

While wrestling for Blair Academy, I was a multiple time League, State and National Champion, in both Scholastic and Freestyle Wrestling.

In the Summer of 2007, before I started at Penn State University, I represented Team USA at the Jr. Pan Am Games where I won Double Gold in Freestyle and Greco Roman and took home the Outstanding Wrestler Award. Upon arriving home, USA Wrestling named me “Athlete of the Month”.

Moving into Penn State’s Main Campus to wrestle was unreal. It literally didn’t seem real. I have MANY family members that attended PSU and still bleed blue and white, attend PSU functions, donate to THON, also, my cousin was a National Champ at PSU, they hadn’t had many. That was great but also a problem at the time.

I had been coming from the No. 1 team in the country, with the best coach in the nation to a basically un-ranked, team that seemed to be lacking a lot. It left me concerned and I asked to be released from my National Letter of Intent to PSU. It was denied. They said “stay for the year, if you don’t want to be here, it’s your redshirt year and you can transfer.” So I stayed. And it was incredible. I began to really love it and I met some of the best people in the world.

A couple of months into training, I suffered a shoulder injury that put me under the knife and out of commission. I rehabilitated my shoulder (sooner than I should have, but that’s how it goes) and got back on the mat. I had made a huge jump while on the sidelines and was showing it, taking down anyone in front me.

That was my freshman year, a redshirt year, a year where I technically wasn’t competing for the University (the NCAA is a whole other nightmare). At the conclusion of the collegiate season, I was geared up for Freestyle and was a Finalist in the University National Championship. At that event, I tore my MCL during my second match, day 2 of the event was rough with the stiffest leg I’ve ever had. My last match, I beat the No. 3 ranked wrestler on the Olympic Ladder at the time. The next event was the US Open where, again, in my second match, I suffered, this time, a more serious injury to my back. I had to roll off the mat… There is no way I was letting a stretcher come get me. My pain tolerance has always been abnormally high.

The trainers pretty much shrugged it off and said it was my SI joint in my back, ice it, rest it, no worries. I did… A little. Wasn’t getting much better.

That also was the same time we were finishing up the spring semester at PSU. The coaches were surprised at our end of the year meeting when I hadn’t forgot about our deal. They weren’t very happy. Driving home… I started receiving phone call after phone call. Finally, I picked up. It was a reporter asking “Why I had been thrown off the PSU Wrestling team?!?”

I was blindsided.

I was also trying to figure out what I was going to do next.

Wrestling; you always, first, think Iowa Hawkeyes. They had recruited me heavily and I reached out about becoming a hawkeye. But first, I had to go to an Iowa Junior College to get my grades up because while at PSU, I was stupid and all I wanted to do was wrestle and didn’t understand the importance of my education, so I slacked off in the classroom. But I always loved to learn, so I ended up studying what I liked and taking only the classes that I felt interesting, seriously. Isn’t that what college is supposed to be?! HA.

The Junior College was called Iowa Central Community College, the prodigal Junior College National Champs. The plan was to then transfer into Iowa.

After my back injury, wrestling was never the same. I was in constant agony and had to change how I wrestled to avoid injury/pain. I was getting really big and had to cut A LOT of weight to make 197 pounds, I was mentally tough, so I dealt with it. Even though it greatly affected my Diabetes. (That’s a whole other blog). After a few open tournaments, my back finally gave out and I didn’t have control of my legs for a few hours. We were hours from “home”… Iowa and I was all sorts of laid up. We drove home, of course got pulled over. No ticket. Thankfully, as I was dying in the front seat and were wrestlers in Iowa. We immediately went to the local ER where they took x-rays and an MRI.

When the results were in, the doctor informed me that there was nothing wrong with my back and that I was fine. Hmm. Odd because that is all not true.

My friend from NJ flew out to Iowa and we drove my car home, as I needed assistance. When I got home, we went to the Hospital for Special Surgery in NY where they told me I had two fractures of vertebrae that had appeared to have healed and also major damage to other parts of my back and that I would need rehab but wrestling was probably not going to be possible.

Again. Again, I am hearing this.

I don’t think I really believed it then but I went through a pretty dark period. I was down a total of 50 pounds, they said my wrestling career was over and I was living at my parents house, couldn’t eat from the drugs, couldn’t move from the pain (and drugs). I spent most of my time doing research on the internet. Lots of reading… Lots.

It wasn’t until I adopted my dog, Caroline, a Pitbull/Rhodesian Ridgeback Mix that I had found new purpose. She is very sensitive and emotional, she is a great dog and is great, now, with my kids. She has saved me number of times. I have heard of Diabetic Service Dogs, she might not be certified but she certainly is one.

I bounced around for a while, cried at the NCAA Tournament, explored many other avenues in life and was led to my wife. She is beautiful and I am sorry she has me! We are extremely blessed and have two beautiful girls. Three including the dog.

My back started to feel better… So I started testing myself, testing my limits, as I have always done. I started lifting, running, working out, researching. Building my body back. Body Building. I had gotten back up to a healthy weight and getting bigger and stronger. I started coaching wrestling and personal training to make money to go back to school.

I was now enormous. 240+ pounds, >10% Body Fat, working with Body Builders and regular clients alike. I decided to visit my friends at PSU for their annual tournament. I guess after I left, the School had enough of a sub par wrestling program that was once great. They hired Cael Sanderson for an exuberant amount of money and he turned the team RIGHT around. He had also recruited me to Iowa State, where he formally coached. Leaving never felt worse.

As fate would have it, I ended up back at PSU wrestling under the New Staff. It was like a dream come true. Only a few weeks after moving back into University Park, now my wife, girlfriend at the time, told me that we were expecting our first child. I was scared. And now, in addition to High School loans adding up, because the NCAA is unruly, I was paying a bubble inflated rate to be out-of-state enrolled. So I dropped out and started exploring alternate career paths. But not before becoming the National Open Champion… at Heavyweight for PSU. I’ll take what I can get…

So there we were, now living with her parents near beautiful Long Beach Island, NJ. I had a few fisherman friends and they were going to hook me up with a job as a deck hand (Not even a greenhorn!) on one of their boats. Some of which were featured on Discovery Channel’s Swords: Life on the Line.

In the morning, I would be going out to stock the boat and prepare for my first 20 day trip. That night before, I received a phone call from my friend, Phil Davis, former NCAA Champ for PSU. He was preparing for an upcoming UFC Fight and asked if I would come to San Diego to wrestle with him… He would even pay me! Praise God! Saved my life again! And now I was back in the midst of the highest level of competition.

Getting out to San Diego was an eye opening experience. I have been traveling their to work with Phil and his teammates for years now. Since then, we have become best friends and brothers. It was beautiful and it sparked my next journey. Grappling and Mixed Martial Arts.

I started traveling the world with Phil and others, training and competing, I even won a few national and world titles in grappling along the way and became a professional mixed martial artist myself.

That is only a little bit about me! There is so much more! If you enjoyed reading, you’ll have to wait for the book! HA!

I’m now back living in Northern NJ with my wife, kids and dog. Currently, diabetes is giving me a good run for my money and have had to make many changes. This has what has really been the catalyst behind creating this blog.

I really appreciate you taking the time to read this…

Stay tuned, the best is yet to come!

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Can you develop insulin resistance or intolerance? Insul-IN or Insul-OUT?

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I was dealing with high blood sugars and they were literally killing me. I would dose and dose and dose and dose and hardly see my blood sugar affected… Then I would dose again… and then I would go low… really low. Mostly it was just dosing and dosing to keep my blood sugar below 350 mg/dl… Not exactly my target range.

After I went to my doctor, she unknowingly switched my insulin to Humalog… I let it go in hopes there may be some difference despite always being told there wasn’t one.

This is when I switched to the V-Go Insulin Delivery System. I was now controlling my blood sugar with HALF or even 1/3 of insulin since switching from Novolog to Humalog.

I mentioned this to my new doctor and he had never heard of anything like that ever happening. The rep that set my pump up, unbeknownst to me, filled my first pump cartridge with Novolog… I started to think something was up when I couldn’t stay below 350 mg/dl.

I’ve heard of insulin sensitivity in relation to T-1 Diabetics but never a strong resistance. What caused this?

I actually had a similar reaction to Lantus years ago. Symptoms of hyperglycemia (high BG) felt horrendous and lasting. Tearing up my stomach and legs with cramps, pressure and pain. Not to mention the mood swings and irritability.

What is going on in my body?

After that first day, I switched to humalog and things have been great. I haven’t done any research on it just yet but so far, no one has ever heard of this happening… I’m hoping it doesn’t happen with humalog. This is why, I believe, diet and what you eat is so important, but that’s a blog for another day.

I will discuss ways to efficiently use insulin using environment, diet, etc.

I will be researching this topic and reaching out to NovoNordisk and Lilly for comment and I will post my findings.

Has anyone else experienced anything like this?

Can you develop insulin resistance or intolerance? Insul-IN or Insul-OUT?

Transitioning From The Pens To The Pump

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After saving myself (with the help of my family and friends) from Keto, I knew something needed to change…

I haven’t always been the best diabetic… Still am not… But I’m working to get better.

For years as a child and teen, I was told “You aren’t a good candidate for insulin pump therapy due to your overly active lifestyle.” So needless to say, I was hesitant to change.

But after what I had been through and what my wife and family had endured just from the most recent episode, something had to be done to start feeling better again. Frankly, I forgot what it was like to not feel horrible all the time.

I went to my Doctor ( I don’t currently have an Endo ) and she, being fairly inexperienced in diabetes health, was both happy to see me looking to get better but also seemed slightly flustered… I can’t say I blame her.

She set me up with a V-Go representative… I had never heard of it. After some research, I found that it was primarily used for T-2D and on overweight patients, I was neither of these things, so I was a bit surprised but willing to try near anything. I have low body fat and didn’t realize the difficulty it would play in using this V-Go insulin delivery system.

Basically, the device adheres to your skin and a needle delivers a basal rate (automatically) and a bolus rate (manually, 2u at a time). So the needle stays in you? Yes, that is correct.

So I made the switch and kept my Novolog FlexPens as a back-up.

The first day was great, I didn’t do much, tried to rest and recover. My blood sugars were finally stabilizing, it felt AMAZING to sleep through the night (even with a 3am check). It wasn’t until I started to do more did I realize that this system wasn’t going to work for me but had definitely made me feel much better.

My MMA Promoting friend had always told me about his Doctor… A fellow Type-1, after speaking to my Doc and her telling me she couldn’t give me a pump (not true), I decided to change things up.

It has been a great switch and I am now not only on the Medtronic Minimed, but I am also have CGM (constant glucose monitoring) attached (currently to my arm).

There are many cool things about this setup… 1. I feel bionic… 2. It is much more physiological. I have a constant stream of insulin and manually bolus for food intake (NOT JUST CARBS) and because the CGM, my meter and pump all communicate, I can sleep through the night (adjusting my basal %) and not worry about scary night lows (I’ve had my share) because my pump will shut off while alarming me by vibrating and beeping.

It’s going really well and I am excited for the future! Medtronic and my Doctor have been great. I’m really glad I switched!

Are you still on Insulin Pens or even syringes and vial? What are the obstacles keeping you from making the switch?

Transitioning From The Pens To The Pump