Diabetes

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What I’m loving right now…

Diabetes, Running

Colourful twinkle lights all along the boardwalk: Spotting a beautiful vision of my moms decorating her tree when I went to visit her last week: Our version of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, a dwarfed Alberta spruce, with that fresh green smell wafting through the loft air: Our Christmas tree topper of love birds: The most spectacular gingerbread houses I ever did see on Gingerbread Lane at the Hyatt in Vancouver. Sparkly Christmas flats that I just had to have – and on sale: And my present state of determination: YESTERDAY’S RUN: 7:30 a.m. BG before: 9.1 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1.5 hours) Distance: 6.5 km Average pace: 6:35 min/km Time: 42:42 9 a.m. BG after: 3.9 Yesterday’s run was bad, like real bad. I had got up especially early because I knew I had a lot to do, and I didn’t want to neglect a run, which I’ve been […]

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Tweets from a princess

Diabetes

Tweet-Tweet. Tweet-Tweet. Tweet-Tweet. Do you hear that? That noise? That chirping noise? It’s not a pretty robin. It’s not a pretty blue jay. It’s a pretty princess. I am on the Tweeter … er, I mean, Twitter. Technically I’ve been on the Twitter for almost as long as I’ve been on the blog, but after a few short months of Tweeter excitement, I grew bored, and didn’t see the value in it. So for more than a year now, my Tweeter account has been used solely for uploading the blog. Not anymore. After I wrote the social media, yay or nay post a few weeks ago about better promoting myself, I got some feedback from a few of you, most who prefer the Tweeter over the Facebook. And after a bit of thought and deliberation, weighing the pros and cons, and deciding whether or not I could actually keep up

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Minimalist memory

Diabetes, Training

You know that movie 50 First Dates, where Drew Barrymore forgets her life every day? Her character, that’s me most days. While I don’t forget my life completely, I do forget a lot of things. I misplace my keys all the time, forget my purse everywhere (at interviews, at work, in the car, once even in a restaurant on East Hastings; not the best place to do so) and I often forget what I’m about to say just milliseconds before intending to say it. It’s been like this forever. I remember once when I was six years old, I sat at the top of the steps in our house for a good half hour trying to remember why I had gone up the stairs in the first place, retracing every conversation, every thought, every step I made before getting to that forgetful moment. And now, more than 25 years later,

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Princess + Mr. Sneakers = Oh Happy Day!

Diabetes, Running

“Well hello there Mr. Sneakers, how are you today?“ “Fantastic!“ “Me too!  Want to know why?“ Because after days and weeks of my dear Mr. Sneakers being forced into isolation against his will, and gathering dust in the bike room closet where all the other no-longer used running shoes are stored, breaking my heart with every forlorn howl he made, it all came to an end today. Finally, Mr Sneakers and I (best buddies!) were reunited. And what a reunion it was. I wiped his tears away, laced him up, and together we frolicked in the streets. It took 10 days, 5 of which were spent in bed, 6 movies, half a book, and 4 straight episodes of Tru Blood before I finally crested the sickness hump. My gawd! I was going insane. I was becoming stir crazy, miserable, guilty with lack of exercise, and my nose, oh man, did

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Failed reunion

Diabetes, Running, Training

Everything is backwards. The paradigms are shifting. My world is completely off, it’s wrong, it’s not right. While I sit here in front of my computer, on day 6 of no exercise, and my belly expanding at the mere thought of the We Are Waffling Ben and Jerry’s in my freezer, my husband is out running – MY HUSBAND! The man who makes fun of us runners, who turns his nose up at us runners, who is the anti runner! This is just fugged up! After spending the better part of the weekend plus Monday in bed, I was starting to feel better by Tuesday. I still had a gut-bruising incessant cough, but the grodies seemed to all be gone, and so I figured the infectious germs were also gone and that I’d be good to go for work. And I was. For the most part, the day went well. Sure

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