I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with Mr. Garmin. A couple of days ago I regaled my love for the Garmin and its stats and maps and pace indicators, and everything else. Well today, I’m turning the tables. Every time I strap on the ol’ Garmin and head out for a run, instant frustration  fills my insides. What sort of frustration? you ask. Satellite frustration! Because I live in an area populated with condos stemming from all directions, it takes quite awhile for the satellites to kick in. For about 15 minutes before a run, I’m having to walk back and forth, along the street, with my Garmin positioned upwards on my wrist, and with me sometimes having to wave my arm high in the air, all in the hopes of catching a glimmer of a satellite, but it usually doesn’t kick in until I walk up onto […]

To all the mothers, moms, mas and (as my brother likes to say) muddas out there, HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!!! I don’t know about you guys, but my mom is pretty top-notch! I wasn’t exactly the easiest child out there, getting whooping cough at three weeks old, appendicitis at three years old, and then the long and sometimes rebellious life of diabetes at nine. I’ve sometimes wondered how, over the years, she’s managed to always be by my side, and always know when I’ve been in need. A few times when she was on holidays and I’d be shipped to the hospital for some diabetic reason or other, my mom always made it to my bedside within hours … I remember once she told me she came home on a jet, just for me. Another time, when I passed out in a ditch on a busy farm road, and was taken

Dear Garmin Connect, how on earth did I ever manage without you? And how on earth did it take me this long to discover you? You are like the coolest addition EVER to my Garmin Forerunner personal trainer! Love you! I’ve had my Garmin for almost a year now (ever since my honeymoon last September) and as great as it’s been on the runs, I’ve been frustrated as heck with it almost right from the get-go, because it seemed to only provide me with straight statistics, no graphs. It also, it seemed, would not allow me to upload any of the stats that it did provide onto the web. I could download the stats from my Garmin to my computer, but not onto the web, which I thought was totally silly, and especially infuriating when I became a blogger. I even resorted to reading through the manual, which in itself

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone – also known as one month ’til my birthday day! Just saying that makes me smile; I love birthdays. It doesn’t matter how old I get, or how many shocking greys I’ve spotted in the last few months (yes, I’ve spotted a few), or how many permanent smile lines form around my eyes, it’s my birthday – I’ve always loved my birthday! And almost as much, I love the countdown to my birthday, which was started this afternoon in a most glorious way. When I opened up my Betty Boop lunchbox,  I found a surprise note from Mario inside telling me to have a super amazing day. Well, now, that helped 😀 So I’ve started reading a book about diabetes, Cheating Destiny by James S. Hirsch, that was loaned to me by Rosedale Annie, whose teenaged daughter was recently diagnosed with Type 1. I’m only on

Drama on the insulin front last night. About an hour and a half after dinner I noticed that my mouth was all cottony and that I’d been going to the washroom quite frequently, which are both signs of high blood sugars. And sure enough, after pricking my finger and waiting for the bing of the glucometre, they were high – 17.3 high!!! But it didn’t make sense. I didn’t eat anything out of the ordinary, I counted my carbs to a tee. Sure I had a glass and a half of wine, but the wine shouldn’t have shot them up like that. So I started looking at the pump. Did something go wrong with it? I checked to see how much insulin I had on board, nothing. What? There so should have been a couple of units still sticking around in my body from dinner. So I checked my bolus