Diabetes

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Refusing the iBert bike seat

Diabetes, Running, Training

Oh man, the laughter that shot out of me the other night, I swear it shook the building! It was the night of my last blog post. I had been walking around for days giggling manically; Big Ring knew something was up and was a little, dare I say, frightened. After posting my blog, I refused to leave his side until he read it. At first I waited patiently, but for some reason the guy was not interested in his computer, he was more interested in the real estate porn on the TV. I thought I was gonna pee my pants, I’d been waiting so long, but there was no way I was gonna leave the room and have him read it without me seeing his reaction! After what seemed like forever, he finally shuffled over to his computer, and started clicking on his million or so bookmarks. As soon […]

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Not the standard

Diabetes, Running

Forget the salespeople, forget the studies, forget even the fashion. The only thing that matters when purchasing new running shoes is YOUR feet! Just like my brain and my body shouldn’t fit into a standardized vice grip, nor should my feet. They’re not the Barbie of all feets, nor are they the ogres, they’re just my feet! MY FEET, I cannot emphasize that enough! My feet. My way. However, somewhere along the line, I stopped listening to my feet. Maybe it was because I was off the pavement for so long, or because I was so faithful to one style shoe for so long, or because, in a moment of weakness, I fell in lust with the colour of another shoe, I don’t know, but I started listening to those who have never run a day in my feet. Big mistake! How the heck do they know what my feet

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Too loud. Too dark. Too long.

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

Last week Little Ring and I went on a BIG adventure, and by big, I mean, a big screen adventure. We’d been hearing for months about Movies for Mommies and Stars and Strollers, which enable moms the opportunity to go to the theatre with their babes. And given that I was once an avid movie goer, practically hitting up the theatre every week, I was naturally intrigued – but also a little scared. I mean, crying babies, how much fun could that be??? I’m the kind of gal who likes to get ingrained in a movie, get wrapped into the plot and the characters, and distractions (talking, texting, popcorn lip smacking) are most definitely worthy of an evil death glare. So yeah, crying babies, wasn’t really thinking that would fit into my movie-loving mould. But I really wanted to go to the movies; I missed going to the movies; and

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Finger filth

Diabetes

When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, my parents were like hand-washing nazis, so super diligent in making sure I had washed my hands and then (for added assurances) swabbed my fingertips with alcohol before testing my blood sugars to ensure as accurate a reading as the glucometre of the day could produce. As the years progressed, however, and as I completely took over this disease of mine, to say that diligence has slipped is an understatement – it went down the slide decades ago and has been buried under a myriad of finger filth for eons! And then there was today… In the hustle and bustle of trying to get myself and Little Ring organized for an afternoon at the movies (our first together!) I was multitasking like crazy, making my lunch, feeding and changing the boy, getting the diaper bag in order and cutting up an apple for

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And the winner is…

Diabetes, Running

Finally! A run where I didn’t have to retie my shoes a bijillion and one times before even running a mile. Ever since starting back on my second running comeback, I have feared the laces, and really it’s not all that surprising given that it was a lace issue that started to take me out in the first place. In my first – FIRST – run back post pregnancy, I had an issue with the laces in those evil new shoes that shall never be mentioned again. The laces rubbed against my poppy foot veins through the duration of that short run, and because I didn’t adjust them right away, I was plagued with a nasty internal bruise that still flares up! I have since changed my shoes, and am in a pair that I absolutely adore, love to pieces even, however, I fear the laces. I’ve completely re-laced the

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