Sport with diabetes is all about trial and error. What worked for you last week may not work for you today, and what worked for you today may not work for you tomorrow. And you know what, as frustrating as it can be – believe me! – it’s okay. Because we will figure it out again – just as long as we keep trying.
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When I was a kid, about 10 or 11 years old, I experienced diabetes burnout leading to diabulimia. I didn’t know what it was it was then, all I knew is that I wanted to be a normal kid again.
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Katie Bartel features sport with type-1 diabetes in podcast form.
D to D: The First Podcast Read More »
Seven years ago. It was seven years ago I first announced to the world (via princessofpavement.com) my intentions of switching careers; I was moving on from the every day excitement of journalism in favour of a life advocating nutrition. I remember your words of encouragement, the excitement you had for me, and one plea in particular to not stop writing. I promised you all I would keep up with the blog. This new change would not slow me down, oh no. Oh yes. Seven years ago I was barely married; did not have a child; had only just signed up for my first online, high-school courses and had not yet begun full-time studies. I was good for awhile, but gradually, then quickly, the blog fell off. My last post was almost two years ago. I’ve thought long and hard about what to do with princessofpavement.com. Do I shut it down
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About a month and a half ago, my feminine ego was kicked in the teeth. I had just got on Skytrain. It was during rush hour and it was busy, not a seat to be had. I grabbed hold of the bar nearest the door and pulled out my cell phone, as so many of us socially inept souls tend to do. The woman in one of the priority seats, designated for seniors or those with disabilities, sprang up and tapped me on the arm. “You can have my seat,” she offered. I smiled and said no, no I was fine. She insisted. It was then that I realized I was wearing a dress with an empire waist. Oh. No. No, I am fine, I said, my face flushing. I have not worn that dress since. Fast forward to today and I wish I was wearing that dress. Again, I
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