Diabetic to Dietetics

I had a lot of things I needed to get done this weekend, but instead I embraced a True Blood marathon. I blame the bike trainer. Saturday morning, after laboriously…

To all the splashers in the world, YOU SUCK! You are not Michael Phelps, not even close, so why the hell are you attempting his butterfly time and time again?…

Sometimes you just need a good rant. Following Tuesday’s blog blowup, my knee had no pressure tension on Wednesday, and guess where I was today: Back at the pool! Yippee!…

What to do? What to do? What to do? I am going insane. The walking is no longer cutting it, I’m bored out of my bloody mind. I like my…

Metallica has one. Mario and I have two. This is how happy I am… Two years ago, the sun was burning, and the temperature a handful of degrees hotter than…

What I was doing 10 years ago: I was being startled awake by the phone ringing just before 7 a.m.. I remember thinking who the hell was calling that early…

No exercise. None. Nada. Zilch. No running. No cycling. No aqua jogging. No pilates. Period. What the…? Last night I sent my physio an email (an email he called ‘overly…

Note to self: Do not EVER plan an event. About a month ago I had organized a run for my girls and I along the Seawall. I even made a…

Labour Day weekend is one of my most favourite long weekends. The sun is almost always shining, Mario and I almost always go for a ride, and there’s almost always…

It is truly amazing how unfocused or just plain ignorant drivers, cyclists and walkers can be. Mario and I went out for a bike ride around UBC, Stanley Park and…

Thirty four days. Thirty four hard, longing, obsessive, mood-swinging, shaky days. That’s how long I lasted. No chocolate for 34 days, but after the week I’ve had, the no-chocolate streak…

As soon as I met up with my super smart, soon-to-be diabetes doctor chick yesterday, my eyes darted to her chest like a magnet to a fridge. Seriously, it was…