and so it begins, first day of the rest of my life. Corny, no? But it's true for all of us. For me, today marks the day I dive head-first into being diabetic. I'll be re-defining my routines and thus, re-defining my life. 45 minutes of cardio a day, every day. Carb couting = thoughtful eating. And, maybe, in the process, become the person I know I can be. Lofty goals, but attainable Wish me luck.
Day 1 started with a three-hour nutrition class. Before which, I made a quick stop at Starbucks for an earl grey latte. Durning class, I discovered that my latte was at least 3 servings of carbs - roughly the equalivant of the big ass slice of mushroom/sausage pizza I ate last nite.
Of course, since I didn't have a proper breakfast I was starving when I got home so I had a carb-friendly breakfast sandwich of egg white, cheese, Canadian bacon on an Orowheat Thin. That paired with some raw fruit or veg = healthy, filling meal. Yay me!
Now it's baseball time - about to watch my gmen kick some froger ass. (while I clean)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Bad blogger - no cookie
So I've shamelessly neglected blogging about my oh-so-interesting life. But good news, I'm B A C K. So much to say, so little time. In approximately one hour and 3 minutes, I begin a week long vacation. Woo fricking hoo, right? It's a bittersweet woo hoo as I've chosen to take a week of hard-earned PTO to, as they say, get my shit together. In Feburary I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. While the diagnosis wasn't a complete surprise, it still takes some getting used too. At first I blamed myself - bad eating habits, etc., but after talks with doctors & nurse educators, I discovered I would most likely be diagnosed at some point. The good news was my AC1 was 5.7 which is considered good. The bad news is the weight loss program I put myself on doesn't mess with a low-carb diabetic diet so it's back to square one.
For the last month or so, I've been trying to get into a routine that includes working out 45 minutes a day, cooking most of my meals from scratch, sleeping 8 hours a night and taking my meds on time. I have failed miserabely. Enter PTO - 40 hours of it - beginning in 44 minutes.
In addition to turning into the perfect patient, I am devoted copious amount of time next week to crafting. I won't discriminate, there will be hats to knit, shawls to crochet, iPad cozies to sew and maybe even some cross stitch. I'm also hoping to put our sweet little American Eskimo Mila, on a schedule. Or, more accurately, put her mother (aka LizNast) on a schedule. On top of all these projects, I'm attending my high school alumnae assocation luncheon next Sunday with drinks the night before with classmates at my mom's bar. I can safely say, I will not be bored.
And when my Gmen kick some socal blue this weekend, it will the start of an epic week.
Wish me luck and let the games begin, in three, two, one.
For the last month or so, I've been trying to get into a routine that includes working out 45 minutes a day, cooking most of my meals from scratch, sleeping 8 hours a night and taking my meds on time. I have failed miserabely. Enter PTO - 40 hours of it - beginning in 44 minutes.
In addition to turning into the perfect patient, I am devoted copious amount of time next week to crafting. I won't discriminate, there will be hats to knit, shawls to crochet, iPad cozies to sew and maybe even some cross stitch. I'm also hoping to put our sweet little American Eskimo Mila, on a schedule. Or, more accurately, put her mother (aka LizNast) on a schedule. On top of all these projects, I'm attending my high school alumnae assocation luncheon next Sunday with drinks the night before with classmates at my mom's bar. I can safely say, I will not be bored.
And when my Gmen kick some socal blue this weekend, it will the start of an epic week.
Wish me luck and let the games begin, in three, two, one.
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