At the beginning of this semester, I learned that I'm prediabetic.

No, my doctor didn't tell me at an annual visit. No, I didn't get a phone call letting me know.

Actually, I was going through lab results from 2015 with my Biochem major friend when we discovered (read: translated what is, to me, science mumbo-jumbo) that, three years ago, my blood sugar levels stepped over the line into the prediabetic range.

Let me say that again: I found this out in September this year, but the results are from three years ago.

Why did my doctor not tell me at the time, you might ask? Well, shoot, man, I asked myself the same question. I felt an immediate sense of dread. I know it isn't diabetes, but it's what happens before you get diabetes. It's a warning that came three years too late.

My diet hasn't changed much from three years ago. I haven't been to the doctor since then, either (I only really go when I'm sick). I could be diabetic right now and not even know it.

This was a huge kick in the pants for me. I wasn't just toeing the danger zone anymore: I am in it and it is scary, my friend.

Couple that with my love for sweets and you've got a bomb just waiting to explode. I refuse to go to the doctor until I've made some serious changes to my diet, and I've already accomplished one of my goals.

Where I used to drink soda every other day (sometimes a few days in a row), I've now cut it completely out of my life.

This is a huge success for me. I just decided to drop it from my diet when I was particularly frustrated one day. It's been nearly three weeks since I made that choice and I'm so proud of myself for being able to resist the temptation when it'd be so easy to give in and have a taste.

My next goal is to cut down on any drink that isn't water, and the goal after that is doing a program that seems so impossible right now but something I know is going to be amazing for my health in the long run.

You'll have to wait for my next article to find out what that is, though!