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Do you know what it’s like to have a stomach that looks like the arm of a heroin addict? I do. Ever since going on the insulin pump, my belly has been inundated with sore-looking red blotches spanning from side to side, up and down. And while I’m not one to go frolicking in a bikini anytime soon, you just never know when that opportunity may arise. And I’m sure, as most girls will attest, no one wants to be seen with a diseased-looking belly. So, I took matters into my own hands earlier this week. I had to change my infusion on Thursday, and instead of putting it in the fleshiest part of my belly, I opted to insert it into the my upper thigh. Big mistake. While the spot was, I think, the easiest, most painless spot to insert the infusion, it wasn’t exactly the most functional. The […]

Today was Dairy Queen’s Miracle Treat Day  and there was no way I was missing it. Not only was it a good deed to buy a DQ blizzard, with $1 from every blizzard sold going to Children’s Hospital (my second home as a kid) but it was also just too darn yummy to pass up! But because it was a run day, I couldn’t have one before the run (didn’t want to mess up the belly) and so I had to wait until after the run. But I didn’t trust my memory to last that long … last year I completely forgot until I got home, which did me no good there. So this year, I was not about to let that happen again. Skipping yesterday’s run seems to have turned my brain intto mush. Every morning that I have to pack a run bag, I always do a checklist

Oh man I totally wimped out today. I skipped tonight’s run, just like I did yesterday, but unlike yesterday, I’ve pretty much been berating myself all day for that decision. Joy. When I woke up this morning I still had tightness going on in my hip and upper thigh and as much as I tried willing it away, it was not going away (The Secret, you suck!). So all through my shower, all through my hair blow drying, all through my wardrobe changes (there were a few) and all through breakfast I kept debating whether or not to run. I opted for the not, figuring that one more day off wasn’t going to hurt me, in fact it could very well help me. And seeing as how I’ve got 29k on Sunday, I was thinking I needed to be in tip top shape. No pain. And so, to ensure I

Ahh crud! I am so totally paying for that hard run that was supposed to be an LSD run on Sunday. My hip wasn’t quite screaming at me, the last two days, but it did have some wince-inducing tenderness going on. Oh yay (note the sarcasm)! And the worst part of all, I know that there could very well be some “I told you so(s)” going on when we all meet again tomorrow. Yay (again, note the sarcasm)! But luckily for me, I’ve got a great massage therapist who was able to squeeze me in at the last minute on my way home from work. But because he could only fit me in for 30 minutes, not the 45 I usually opt for, I had to lay down the law: No unnecessary talking, I told him. He’s great at his job, great at kneading out the muscle kinks, but he

Fear can mess with your head AND your blood sugars. We only had to run 19 km yesterday (I love being able to say to people “just 19” when they ask how far I ran :D) and just like last week I started the run out with higher blood sugars than I like them to be, except yesterday I didn’t give a BG correction. I knew my blood sugars would gradually come down with the exercise. But about 30 minutes into the run, I decided to check them and they had already come down 5 mmol from when I started. They were 9.1. I knew they’d keep going down, but I just didn’t know by how much. And because last week’s low blood sugars in the middle of nowhere was still fresh in my brain, I panicked. Even though I had sugar tablets and a pancake packed along with me,