Diabetes

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There will be blood

This morning I was driving down the highway, on my way to a specialist’s appointment, and for a brief second I looked to my left before setting my eyes back on the road. Something I saw, though, had my head reeling back to the left side of me so freaking fast. My arm was splurting blood – splurting! I had just finished up at the BC biomedical lab for my once-a-month blood work, and you know, I thought the needle-bearing chick was a little rushed given how freaking hard she jabbed that needle into my arm and how quick she was to stick a Band-aid on and send me on my way – the cotton-ball, clot-the-spewing-vein-before-you-leave method completely thrown out the window. The Band-aid didn’t quite cut it. And of course I ran out of Kleenex in my car earlier this week, and I don’t do my own oil changes so no […]

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Music is magic

It should have been Red Red Wine blasting through my earbuds yesterday morning (ahem) given how awesome my run was and given I had shared a bottle of Shiraz with a girlfriend the night prior – lending further claim to my theory that red wine the evening before a long run/race is just as beneficial as pasta, maybe even more. Does your pasta have heart-healthy antioxidants loaded inside? I don’t think so 😀 YESTERDAY’S RUN: 12 p.m. BG before: 8.1 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (3 hours) Distance: 15 km Average pace: 6:23 min/km Time: 1:35:49 Fuel: 1.5 scoops of Perpetuem (No belly issues!) @3km: 6.8, @11 km: 7.1 2 p.m. BG after: 9.0 Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1.5 hours) So it was a bit of a late start to the run. I had planned on being out the door no later than 10 a.m., but unfortunately the wine

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Play it again, Sami

Have you ever been to Disneyland, and gone on that god awful ride, the one where there’s all those evil Little House on the Prairie people with cult-like smiles plastered on their scary wooden faces, spinning around and around, singing that god awful song that relentlessly plays over and over in your head for days after… It’s a world of laughter, a world or tears Its’ a world of hopes, and a world of fears There’s so much that we share That it’s time we’re aware It’s a small world after all Seriously, stab me in the eye! So yesterday I was on assignment at a roadside ice cream shop (breaking news I tell you ;)) scooping ice cream alongside Sami, a 16-year-old girl who was seriously an ice cream scooping queen. Half way through the shift she asked if I wanted a cone? Did I want one? Uh, yeah!

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Pain in the ass

I want to scream, like full-on scream, a scream laced with vicious f-bombs, and with my fists punching the walls and my feet kicking the doors. I am mad as hell, and the source of my anger starts square in the middle of my ass. I ran to Fort Langley yesterday and I thought all I got out of it were a ton of lousy mosquito bites, but no, it seems I also got the gift of a pain in my ass. Oh freaking joy. Once again, my body (as diagnosed by Mario and I) is out of alignment. Cue the bloody F bombs! YESTERDAY’S RUN: 11 a.m. BG before: 7.9 Temp. basal: -50 per cent (4 hours) Distance: 15 km Average pace: 6:33 min/km Time: 1:39:09 Temp. basal: +50 per cent (2 hours) I wasn’t feeling the motivation for yesterday’s run. I’d had a few glasses of wine the

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Mrs. Raspberry’s definition

Diabetes lesson number 5,738: When told something is unsweetened, ask exactly how it’s made before eating or drinking it. When I picked up some local raspberries this morning at one of those much-beloved roadside operations, the woman manning the stand asked if I wanted a cup of raspberry juice before leaving. Without thinking, I scrunched up my nose and was audibly hesitant: Princess: Hmm, I don’t know, is it sweetened? Mrs. Raspberry: No. ––– Super wide grin on my face before taking a super-sized gulp. ––– Princess: Wow, this is really good, and it’s just straight raspberries? Mrs. Raspberry: Yeah, my sister has a juicer and sticks the raspberries in there and adds 7Up and apple juice… Uh what? Excuse me while I go gag on that pure sugar you just gave me, thank you very much! Now, I know it was just the other day when I was going

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