I am a 76 years old retired Police Officer from West Midlands. I left school at 15 years of age, in 1954, and inside 6 months I had joined the Royal Navy, at the infamous, HMS Ganges, Training School near Ipswich. That lot probably won't interest you folk, so I'll just say that until I was around 32 I never had any issues whatsoever with my weight.
I was bought up on a diet of stodge, and fat and my daily tea was bread, butter and Tate and Lyle's Golden Syrup. Sometimes jam, sometimes condensed milk or lemon-curd sandwiches! I would easily get through four or five 'rounds' at a sitting. Bacon and eggs were for Sunday breakfast, and in the week it was porridge or shredded wheat. Of course I also ate substantial daily meals of meat and two-veg. As a youngster I didn't like fish, as I found the messing about sorting out fishy-bones distasteful. So my protein was mainly meat and poultry. Not much of that mind, due to rationing. I played football, ran around wild, and generally had a great time annoying the 'grown-ups'! (I didn't like apples, so I never got tempted to scrump any! I much preferred under ripe pears which I scavenged from a huge tree in a local farmer's field! I never fell out of the tree, but looking at it now I don't know how I managed it! ) So, a fairly active lifestyle kept me skinny.
As a young adult my diet didn't change much and from 1954 on I began to pack on the muscle. Still not overweight but fit as a flea. I was a seaman, which meant the hard work of keeping the ship clean fell to me and my peers. I also spent some time as 'Club Swinger'; a Physical Training Instructor. It wasn't really for me and I returned to fixing and servicing torpedoes.
I became a Police Officer in 1965 after 12 months in 'civvy-street' going from job to job. Still no weight issues and certainly not diabetic. For the fist three years I walked the beat. And apart from cycling to and from work, my beat pounding was all the exercise I had.
I started to pad out after the introduction of Police Panda cars. Surprise-surprise! After that I never looked back in the weight gaining stakes, despite cutting down on fat, and indulging in Government recommended 'healthy-eating'.
That's a laugh innit! It would be, if it wasn't so seriously criminal of the nutritional experts. I woke up to LCHF about three years ago, when I stumbled across a book called 'Waist Disposal', by Dr. John Briffa. I went onto his recommended diet, and have been losing weight steadily ever since. I still need to lose about three stones by the way!
Being retired means I have time on my hands. (Or I did until my wife contracted Parkinson's disease.) So now I am a full-time carer, with control over the house and the food. I can't deny my wife the things she likes, but I do try to cut down on the stodge, and she is happy eating more or less the same diet as me.
I was 'diagnosed' type 2 about 18 months ago, and was prescribed Metformin. I don't take them, and I manage my BS with diet and walking; plus some woodwork and gardening. That seems to be working.
Right folks. Having bored you to death, I think you know a bit more about me. So I'll leave you all in peace, and keep visiting this interesting, informative Forum.