My doc just up and told me what was up. I met him like 7 years ago..so I was 38. I walk in at 6'6 and I was probably 340 at that time...deep into power lifting. And like most people he made a comment about my size...happens everywhere I go..complete strangers. He immediately asked me where I trained...I told him. It was and old blood and guts gym..no admission for females..chalk dust everywhere and death metal blaring..and probably still to this day, the only place where I didnt look like that much different from the othet guys. I dont think anyone there was benching less than 3 plates. The doc smiled and nodded his head. He says, yeah I used to train there. I look at him..older guy..fit..I was thinking tennis or something. He says, I love that place..but they probably wouldnt let me in now. He goes on, is my picture still on the wall by the office. I think, theres a picture of a big dude on stage someplace..and it was signed. He sees me looking kinda puzzled and so he fills me in with his story. Then he says not to bull**** him...what am I taking. I freeze..Im busted..then he tells me, dont worry about it, hes been there done that..he just wants to make sure I stay healthy. We have been super cool since then and he has helped me in many many ways...and kept me from doing some pretty stupid stuff. Over the last couple years, hes been on my ass about cutting some weight. So he has been pretty happy about how Im doing. He doesnt do anything unethical, he knows Im going to do what Im going to do...he just helps me stay safe. Truly, I got super lucky finding him. Since I moved a few years ago, I travel 90 mins one way to see him once a month. I can even call his cell or text him a question if something comes up..I had quite a few regarding insulin use.