It wasn’t the first time I’d been told to watch my diet, but this time, the stakes felt different. The doctor’s words hung in the air—prediabetes. I remember feeling a mix of disbelief and frustration. I wasn’t overweight, I stayed active, but somehow, here I was, facing the reality that my blood sugar levels were creeping into dangerous territory.
The first thing I did when I got home was search for information, trying to make sense of what was happening to my body. I came across a lot of resources, but one that ...