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Strength training…with love

Diabetes, Training

Who needs chocolates? Who needs flowers? Who even needs Tiffany’s*? Not me, not when I’ve got the two very best loves of my life, every day of my life … yep, I’m all romantic like that 😉 However, that Coach NZ, she’s all hardcore. No days off for Valentine’s Day, oh no, today we were back at it with strength training, but she did note it was strength training with love day! TODAY’S STRENGTH: 2 p.m. BG before: 6.4 Temp. basal: none 3 sets 12 lunges 3 sets squats 3 sets calf raises 3 sets 10 pushups 3 sets straight planks (45 seconds each) 2 sets side planks (60 seconds each) 2 sets 30 airplane/swimming thingamabob 3 sets 30 clam shells (both sides) 3 sets 16 leg raises 2:30 p.m. BG after: 5.0 Yep, there was love alright! Laughing squats We do pushups together in this family. And when mama […]

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Planks, they do a body good

Diabetes, Training, Uncategorized

What Pilates, evil crunches, and straight diet couldn’t do for me, Coach NZ and Little Ring have! A series of events have recently occurred leading me to believe those two are serious miracle workers! (1) CALL THE DOCTOR: Princess: “I think I need to see the doctor?” Big Ring: “Why?” Princess: “I think something’s wrong with my belly; it doesn’t feel right.” Big Ring: “What do you mean?” Princess: “Feel it. It’s hard.” With his hand on my stomach, he gave me a questionable look, not understanding my fear at all. Princess: “It’s never been hard before, it’s always been soft. This is NOT normal!!!” (2) THERE WILL BE BLOOD: For the past few weeks, I’ve been struggling to insert infusions in my stomach, which has almost always been my go-to site for the infusions and before that the daily injections. I’ve been fighting to find a comfortable spot, I’ve

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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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