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Tradition is a pretty big thing for my family this time of year. For as long as I can remember, we’ve been doing things the same year after year, big dinners, Christmas crackers and crowns, my brother and I “playfully” disagreeing as to where certain ornaments are placed on the tree. And as new additions are added to the family, new traditions are as well. This year, Mario and I were both lucky not to be working on Christmas Eve, so we treated ourselves to It’s a Wonderful Life at the Arts Club Theatre on Granville Island. I’ve seen the movie countless times and was really hoping to experience that same magic with the play. But by the intermission, I was thoroughly unimpressed. It felt like it was dragging. Thankfully the second half – credit to Clarence the Angel – was much better. After the play, we headed home to […]

The mailbox was a mix of joy and sorrow today … okay maybe not sorrow, but definitely all out befuddled frustration. Inside, there were two Christmas cards, and I do so love getting Christmas cards, but then there was also a forboding brown envelope from the Motor Vehicle Office. Now, for all you drivers out there, you’ll understand when I say that a letter from the Motor Vehicle Office is 99 per cent of the time not a good thing. I didn’t recall running a red light, or going over a toll bridge, or forgetting to pay my insurance. So what could it be? A driver’s medical examination, that’s what! Merry freaking Christmas to me! In the grand scheme of things, this exam isn’t a big deal, I know I’ll pass it with flying colours. My blood sugar averages have been near perfect/perfect for a good five years, and my

Despite my always sometimes Bah Humbug attitude towards the cold weather, and the me-me-me shoppers, and the really bad drivers, I love this time of year. None of the aforementioned is enough to detract from the magic of the season. The second the calendar flips to December, I’m instantly dreaming of sugarplums dancing in my head. How could I not be? There’s baking with my moms using my Grandma Fleming’s cookie cutters from the 1930s, which are the best cookie cutters EVER! We’ve tried others, but nothing beats the brilliance of the ones straight out of the Depression. There’s lunch dates and dinner dates and tea dates with great friends. German Christmas markets complete with German beer, German hot chocolate, German Christmas ornaments, and German pigs on a spit … okay, I didn’t actually like that part of it. Chocolates in the office, colourful wreaths, the most un-perfect Charlie Brown

When I got up this morning, I checked my blood sugars first thing. They were 8.1, a little higher than I like, but a decent number for the morning nonetheless. Decent enough for me to postpone breakfast a few hours and get some blood work done. Today I started down a path where I’ll be getting my HgA1C (complete average of my blood sugars) checked once a month for the next 12 months. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m a little OCD when it comes to perfect blood sugars, and for awhile there I was really struggling. And over the years, combatting this disease, I’ve discovered the best way to make things happen when it comes to doctors and specialists is to kick and scream, and pretty much go into a full-fledged tantrum, to get what you want. I wanted perfect blood sugars, and I figured if I

Learning pilates is like being back in school all over again, like studying for a test, and having to come up with visual associations to remember all the terminology. Forget the proper names, when I’m on that reformer, I’m visualizing a ballerina going into a perfect plié, or a bird on a wire, or my feet in stilettos … although, while I do dream of someday owning a pair of Christian Louboutins, that visualization doesn’t quite work for me as I really don’t know how to walk in heels, thus not really wearing them all that often. But a girl can dream can’t she 😀 TONIGHT’S PILATES: 6:30 p.m. BG before: 5.8 Temp basal: -50 per cent 1 hour pilates: mat, reformer, abs, arms 7:45 p.m. BG after: 2.9 (Yikes!) I was a little concerned going into the pilates with a 5.8 reading. I had to wolf my dinner down