Uncategorized

6 months: ‘The little boy grew. He grew and he grew.’

Uncategorized

Today. You have a smile that melts even the strongest of hearts, you have eyes so alert seemingly nothing passes you by, you have a strong determination to do what your buddies, just a couple months older, are already doing, and a stubbornness – heaven help me – that is so close to matching your mama’s. Today. You tell me, not with words, but with an emphatic spitting out action, that you do NOT like avocado or kiwi, but that you do love (as shown by your ever ready open mouth) steel cut oats mashed with sweet banana, and basil sprinkled chicken mixed with fluorescent orange carrots. Today. Your eyes light up when your papsy reads softly from the Stinky Cheese Man, and your belly gushes uncontrollable giggles when your mama reads the Gitchy Gitchy Goo book. Today. You rock the Jolly Jumper ballet style with perfectly executed pliés and […]

6 months: ‘The little boy grew. He grew and he grew.’ Read More »

Stumped by the lingo and gizmos

Diabetes, Running, Training, Uncategorized

When I dreamed of coming back to running I thought it would be like riding a bike. Actually,  no. I thought it would be like running, something we’ve all done since we first learned how to put one foot in front of the other. And it was…for the most part. I got out there and it was as though I had never left, the wind in my face, the burn in my thighs, the spreading and releasing of my toes with each foot strike I made; a feeling more familiar than the back of my hand. But then, three weeks ago, it all changed. Suddenly I was being stumped, stumped by all the running lingo and gizmos – terminology and technology I thought would forever be stamped not only in my feet but also in my brain. Cadence? Tempo? LSD? (Okay, that one I remembered, but only because it reminds

Stumped by the lingo and gizmos Read More »

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

Planks, they do a body good Read More »

Running with BOB

Uncategorized

Dear BOB, I’m really not sure how much longer this relationship of ours will last. I had had such high hopes for our running friendship months before we were even introduced, but my gawd, practically every time we meet you terribly disappoint. Shall we start with your blatant rotundness dear pal? I don’t know who you’re trying to kid here, it doesn’t matter how much of that “slimming” dark blue you try to camouflage yourself with, it is so painfully obvious you need to lose weight. A lot of weight! I mean, seriously, you told me you had a lean frame, you told me you were light as a feather, you told me you were so fit, you could run like the Kenyans, but the second I saw you, I knew you were lying, I knew you were nothing more than a oaf that’s been planted in front of the

Running with BOB Read More »

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

Too loud. Too dark. Too long. Read More »

Start typing and press enter to search