When 43 years old, I had a BMI of 36.2. I was diagnosed with severe sleep apnea and borderline type 2 diabetes. I snored very heavily and I woke up at least once per night in a condition where my body had been sufficiently oxygen deprived that I could actually physically feel the toxicity beginning in my lungs and running through my blood, out through my entire body. A condition where it would take me an hour or more to return to sleep, a condition where I needed to keep the bedroom window open all night long even when it was -20 celcius outside just so I could have an oxygen rich environment. I almost had a heart attack when I was carrying a rack of Franziskaner (20 x 0.5 litre bottles) through Duesseldorf airport one time. I also couldn't manage to get busy without the help of Cialis. A pitiful state of affairs.
I went on a mission to lose weight. And you need to understand that when I go on a mission, I don't try - I do. Over the course of 8 months, I lost 85 pounds and my BMI went down to 23. 5 years later (48 years old now), I am still holding steady. My snoring disappeared entirely, my apnea disappeared entirely, my blood sugar is completely stable, I can ride my mountain bike UP a ski slope in the summer, haven't touched a Cialis in 4 years and my drive is higher than ever before in my life.
But don't listen to me. There's doctors on drug company commissions, machines and medicines waiting to be bought.
Having doctors subjected to a legal system that includes TORT, combined with the idea of insanely high monetary awards, is never in the best health interest of people.
You know what my doctor told me? He said that you're ****ing fat and if you don't lose weight then first you're going to start shooting insulin and you're going to die of a heart attack before you're 50. There were no drugs or machines prescribed. He gave me a mental ass whopping and that was enough.