The reason it was such a shock was that I ate well (most of the time, except for the infrequent special occasion) and I got (and still get) a lot of exercise. I mean lots. We're talking 90 to 120 minutes of exercise per day, 6 days a week. This was real, heart-pounding exercise, not a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood. Unfortunately I can't deny that I carried a few extra pounds (and still do). I have struggled with my weight ever since I was a child and that struggle continues today.
Lucky for me, with changes in my eating schedule, redistributing the starches in my meals, as well as changing the times of my exercise schedule, I am able to keep my blood sugar in normal ranges most of the time, and without medication (I know this might not last forever since both my mother and my sister take medication to manage their blood glucose). Now my mother, my sister, and I help and encourage each other along. It isn't always easy but in the end, I feel great. Sometimes I make mistakes or use bad judgment but I forgive myself for it and get right back to doing things the way I need to.
This site contains much of I've learned about Type 2 Diabetes with some personal experiences throw in for good measure. I hope you find it useful.