For my first 50 years, I guzzled beer, ate anything I chose, and was reasonably healthy and slim. Then I was told I had an irreversible autoimmune disease, a form of Type 1 diabetes called LADA. And the only road led to a daily shot in the stomach.
I said "Hell No. I'll find another way."
And I have. It's required a complete tear down and re-build to change the deep roots of stress and habit. But the result, besides normal blood sugar, is feeling better than I have for years, a whole different outlook, and expanded vs. restricted plans and dreams for my next 50 years.