Health Tips Based on Experience

When I was diagnosed with diabetes, everything in my life changed. The doctor told me I needed maintenance medicine tablets I would take every day, maybe for the rest of my life. But something inside me refused to accept that. I asked myself, Why is it called maintenance? Because the purpose is to maintain, not to heal. Maintenance medicine is designed to keep you stable, not to cure you.

That word alone opened my eyes.

I realized that if I depended on maintenance medicine, I would be maintaining my sickness, not healing from it. I would be maintaining my wrong habits, not correcting them. I would be maintaining the same lifestyle that caused my diabetes in the first place.

So I made a decision a difficult one, but a powerful one.

I refused maintenance medicine. Instead, I chose discipline. I chose diet. I chose healthy food. I chose to correct my mistakes. I chose to take responsibility for my body.

This is my journey.

Understanding the Word “Maintenance”

The word “maintenance” means to keep something in the same condition. It does not mean to fix. It does not mean to heal. It does not mean to cure. It simply means to maintain.

When I understood this, everything became clear.

Maintenance medicine is not designed to heal diabetes. It is designed to keep your blood sugar stable while you continue your lifestyle. It is designed to help you manage your sickness, not remove it.

I told myself:

“If I want to heal, I cannot maintain my sickness. I must change my life.”

That was the moment I decided to take a different path.

Why I Refused Maintenance Medicine

Let me be clear I am not telling anyone to stop their medicine. Everyone’s situation is different. But this is my personal journey, my personal decision, and my personal experience.

I refused maintenance medicine because:

• I knew I caused my sickness through my lifestyle.
• I knew I had no discipline before.
• I knew I abused my body.
• I knew I ate too much sugar, too much rice, too much unhealthy food.
• I knew I slept late, drank alcohol, and ignored my health.

So I told myself:

“If I caused this, I can fix this.”

Not by medicine. But by discipline.

Choosing Discipline Over Medicine

Discipline became my medicine. Food became my healing. Routine became my strength.

I changed everything:

• I stopped eating late at night.
• I ate dinner early 3 to 4 hours before sleep.
• I removed sugar from my diet.
• I reduced rice and carbohydrates.
• I ate more vegetables and fruits.
• I drank more water.
• I slept early.
• I walked more.
• I respected my body.

It was not easy. It was a fight. But it was worth it.

Every day, I reminded myself:

“You did this to yourself. Now discipline yourself to fix it.”

The First Weeks: The Hardest Part

The first weeks were the most difficult. My body was used to sugar. My mind was used to cravings. My habits were used to comfort. I felt hungry. I felt weak. I felt frustrated. I felt tempted to go back to my old lifestyle.

But I held on.

I told myself:

• This is your healing.
• This is your discipline.
• This is your responsibility.
• This is your chance to change.

Slowly, my body adjusted. Slowly, my cravings disappeared. Slowly, my energy returned. Slowly, my blood sugar improved.

And slowly, I began to feel alive again.

The Power of Healthy Food

Healthy food became my medicine. I realized that food can either heal you or destroy you. It depends on what you choose.

When I started eating healthy:

• My blood sugar stabilized.
• My weight dropped.
• My energy increased.
• My sleep improved.
• My mood became better.
• My body felt lighter.

Healthy food is not punishment. It is healing. It is respect for your body. It is love for yourself.

I learned that the body responds to what you feed it. If you feed it junk, it becomes weak. If you feed it healthy food, it becomes strong.

The Benefit of Not Overloading the Body

Before diabetes, I overloaded my body with food. I ate too much. I ate too often. I ate without thinking. I ate without discipline.

But the body is not designed to handle overload. The organs need rest. The stomach needs rest. The pancreas needs rest. The liver needs rest. The kidneys need rest.

When you eat too much, your organs work nonstop. When you eat late, your organs cannot rest at night. When you eat unhealthy food, your organs suffer.

But when you eat lightly, your body heals. When you eat early, your organs rest. When you eat healthy, your body becomes strong.

Food is like fire. Too much fire burns the house. Too little fire makes no heat. But the right amount of fire gives warmth.

The same is true for food.

Does This Work for Everyone?

In my experience, yes discipline works for everyone. Healthy food works for everyone. Early dinner works for everyone. Respecting your body works for everyone.

But the level of discipline depends on the person. Some people want shortcuts. Some people want easy solutions. Some people want medicine to fix what discipline should fix.

But healing requires responsibility. Healing requires sacrifice. Healing requires discipline.

If you want to heal, you must change your lifestyle. If you want to heal, you must respect your body. If you want to heal, you must stop maintaining your sickness.

My Recovery: A Gift From Discipline

Today, I am fully recovered. Not because of maintenance medicine. Not because of shortcuts. Not because of luck.

I recovered because of discipline. I recovered because I changed my habits. I recovered because I respected my body. I recovered because I took responsibility.

My healing is the result of my choices.

Maintenance Maintains Discipline Heals

This is the truth I learned:

Maintenance medicine maintains your sickness. Discipline heals your sickness.

Maintenance keeps you stable. Discipline transforms you.

Maintenance controls your numbers. Discipline changes your life.

Maintenance is temporary support. Discipline is permanent healing.

Conclusion

My diabetic journey taught me the meaning of maintenance it maintains, but it does not heal. That is why I refused maintenance medicine. I chose discipline instead. I chose healthy food. I chose early dinner. I chose responsibility. I chose healing.

Today, I am grateful for my sickness because it taught me discipline. It taught me respect. It taught me the power of food. It taught me the importance of timing. It taught me that healing is possible when you take responsibility for your life.

Thank you for reading my journey. Your thoughts and comments mean a lot to me. I hope my story inspires you to choose discipline, choose health, and choose healing.

Reynaldo M. Oliva