Diabetic to Dietetics

Let the count down begin! In T – 12 hours my feet will be racing across that start line and will keep going for another four plus hours. Am I…

So, in just a little over two days I will be embarking upon my second full marathon, and you know what, I’m totally okay with it. I’m not freaking out,…

I should have known – I should have known! How can an inaugural marathon, in my hometown no less, possibly compare to a 40-year-old marathon in one of my most favourite…

Update on this week’s training: I haven’t done anything, nada, nothing, nil, zilch. In my defense, yesterday was technically a rest day, although I usually go to pilates, but because…

Ohhh there were so many signs telling me to stay home, to not go for a run, to just stay in my pajamas, I’d be safer in my pajamas. But…

I’m not a millionaire, not even close, I don’t have a life insurance policy, and until recently I was pretty sure Mario hadn’t secretly taken one out on me. But…

For years I wanted nothing to do with this disease. Nothing. I was comfortable taking a backseat to my diabetes, ignoring it, denying it, full-on rebelling against it. I didn’t…

Ahh Onterrible, we had such hopes for you, high hopes, you teased us with a sunny forecast, balmy weather even, you told me to leave the sweaters at home, to…

I’m leaving, on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again … actually yes I do. Tomorrow morning Mario and I will be hopping on a plane to…

So, uhm, I kind of, sort of, maybe lost a fellow runner yesterday between kilometres 29 and 32. Oops. Note to self, I am a follower NOT a leader. Unlike…

Dear moms, Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Not only did you give birth to this here princess, you empowered me to be the independent person I am today, to…

99 sheep jumped over the fence, 98 sheep jumped over the fence, 97 zzzzzzz. I am not much of a sleeper, never have been. I’ve counted sheep all the way…