Meet Homer. His appetite for doughnuts and aluminum wrapped carbonated carbohydrate-rich beverages has finally caught up with him. His doctor has told him that he’s overweight and has diabetes mellitus. An oaf he may be, but he’s a lovable well-meaning oaf who does his best to follow his doctor’s advice most of the time. He’s been told by his doctor about the role of diet, exercise, medications and regular follow-up. He remembers little of it.
Homer’s neighbor Ned hasn’t been immune from exposure to Fatland either. A victim of one too many yummylicious Church suppers, his waist line has also reached critical mass. He is very attentaroonie to the need for blood glucose control, has bought a meter and is already thinking of giving that eye professional he saw just last month a call to see if there was any sign of a new word he learned on line i.e., ‘retinopathy.’ He’s been told by his doctor about the role of diet, exercise, medications and regular follow-up. He’s tried to remember what he’s been told. He remembers little of it.
Who is going to have the better outcome – Ned or Homer?