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OJ uprising

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

What was I thinking? I mean seriously, I knew my blood sugars were going to be going low lots in the early part of this pregnancy; everything I had read had told me so, the doctors told me, heck, even in my first weeks of pregnancy, before I knew I was knocked up, I couldn’t keep up with the lows. So why, WHY, did I not go out and stock up on Tropicana shares the moment I found out? That would have been the smart thing to do. But noooo, I live in a world of denial thinking it won’t happen to me, I’m so up on this disease, I’ll be a master at it with pregnancy too. Cue the laughter of the OJ stockholders. I kid you not, I can’t keep up with tubs of orange juice I’m having to guzzle day in and day out. I’m drinking OJ […]

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Sunday bloody Sunday

Diabetes, Running, Training

Yesterday was a disastrous day for me on so many levels, and I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to write this post. I wanted to hide under my pillow and forget it never happened. But now, it’s truth time. Coming clean No. 1: Last week, in the last kilometre of my long run, I tweaked my knee. The pounding on the pavement proved too much for my legs, and my left hip once again got jammed so far up my back, it was as though my left leg was a bloody stump compared to my right. My physio yanked my hip back into place, did some fist kneading, and then put the ultrasound machine and ice on my knee to reduce the swelling. Within a day, everything was feeling back to normal. I took the week off from running and relied on the bike trainer and pilates for my fitness.

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Goldilocks and the fear

Diabetes, Training

Diabetes Lesson No. 941: Walking is exercise. After work I met up with my favourite ironchickie for a post-birthday (me) and post-half-ironman (her) walk along the dykes in the Valley. I had planned on testing my blood sugars before heading out, just as I do before all other exercise, but I think the excitement of seeing my dear friend combined with getting lost trying to find the parking lot, and coming across two toddler billie goats lounging in the middle of a dead end road (I kid you not, I thought they were dogs from afar, but as I got closer I saw their furry horns) completely threw me off. And it wasn’t until about 3.5 km into the 5 km walk, when I realized that I hadn’t tested my blood sugars and that I had also not stuffed any sugar-related goodies into my pocket, and that my legs were

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Sleeping on the pineapple express

Diabetes, Training

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 down to the negative numbers, have tried to black out my brain, have tried an assortment of drugs (mostly in my teenage years) and have even resorted to stuffing a pillow over my head and hoping for the best, but for the most part, none of it works. On average, I get maybe 6 hours, if I’m lucky, in a night. But after last night, of which I got 10.5 full hours of sleep and even slept in, I’m thinking I may have found the miracle sleep deprivation cure: Tri Night! Now, before I continue, I must apologize to my dear husband, whose opinion I value so greatly and who in most cases I agree with whole heartedly, but who,

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