Three months of no carbs or sugars

 This week, Junior stepped into the clinic with a quiet determination I hadn’t seen before. Maybe it was the early morning air. Maybe it was the way he’s been moving lighter on his feet. Or maybe it was the simple truth that he’s starting to feel the difference inside his own skin.

The blood tests came back, and for the first time in a long time, the numbers told a story we wanted to hear. His fasting insulin dropped from 37 to 25. His weight is down by 12 kilograms. His energy is up. His mood is brighter. His body is responding.

As parents, we often look for the knockout punch—the moment everything is fixed, solved, conquered. But this week reminded me that sometimes the fight is won in rounds. This was a TKO, not the final bell. The knockout is still ahead, and the best part is that Junior is learning how to throw it himself.

And here’s the quirky part: the boy who once treated needles like they were medieval torture devices walked into that blood test like a seasoned warrior. No drama. No bargaining. No disappearing acts in the waiting room. He sat, rolled up his sleeve, and said, “Let’s get this over with.” If you know Junior, you know that’s character development worthy of its own movie montage.

We’ve got a few days before the doctor gives us the next steps. But for now, we celebrate. Not because the journey is over, but because progress deserves applause. And because every parent walking this road needs to hear this: small victories stack up. They matter. They build momentum. They teach our children that change is possible.

To the parents out there fighting similar battles—metabolic, emotional, behavioural, or otherwise—keep asking why. Keep showing up. Keep celebrating the wins, even the quirky ones. Especially the quirky ones.

The knockout is coming.