Monthly Archives: February 2014

Call of the bad belly

Sometimes it’s cheese, but never yogurt.

Sometimes it’s bread, but never peanut butter.

Sometimes it’s chocolate ice cream, but never Swiss chocolate.

Sometimes it’s carrots, but never cucumbers.

Always, it’s frustration.

Last week, for five straight days, I had a belly the size of a thumb-sucking alien baby, and I had no idea why. What did I eat? What did I do? Was I stressed? Was it the healthy energy balls, or the homemade tea latté, or the mid-week lunch date, or was it the upcoming pre-calc test I’d been studying non-stop for?

This scenario was not a new one for me.

For years, I have struggled with bloating, with a belly that juts out to the size of a five-month pregnant chick the moment it takes in something it’s decided it doesn’t like, tormenting me with gaseous, explosive pains that roil about and kick beneath the skin’s surface.

A cold might keep me off the pavement, but not a bad belly.

I remember constantly complaining about it in high school to the point people rolled their eyes when I said I didn’t feel well. I remember the first years of my career, like clock work, battling that volcano in my belly following every lunch hour I had. Running helped. Eating healthier helped. But sometimes, it still came.

Was it the food? Was it stress? Was it my broken body?

I’ve been tested for celiac more than one hand can count, all of which has come back negative. When I was a baby, they said I had an intolerance to dairy, but when I got diabetes, they backtracked on that one to ensure I got all the “healthy” food groups on the Canada Food Guide. (And to this day I still very much dislike milk (unless it’s flavoured) as a result!) I’m sure I still have a slight dairy allergy (I’m looking at you brie!) and maybe even a slight wheat allergy. But, unfortunately, I think more than any of that, I have a body that doesn’t like change or stress.

I’ve tried eliminating foods, but the thing is, I like food – a lot. And if I were to give up everything that I’ve suspected as a bloating culprit, I’d pretty much go hungry. And that, my friends, just would NOT be a fun life to live!

On the running front: I haven’t run in over a week 😦 I got a nasty cold last week that kept me off the road, then Big Ring got a nasty flu that also kept me off the road. My work week has been crazy busy which has meant no time for a lunch time run. And guess who’s got her first race of the season this weekend? I do! I do! Eek!

Mind you, in my registration deets, I apparently estimated my finishing time to be within 2 hours – for a 10k run!!! Ha!

For shame, Mr. Insulin Pump, for shame

I have a fairly high tolerance for pain – I take needles regularly, I prick my finger multiple times a day, when I broke my wrist, I was in denial, and lasted three days before going to the ER, I frequently encourage my physio and massage therapist to press harder, harder, harder into inflamed areas. But yesterday morning, when I woke up, the pain was so intolerable, I could barely stand, let alone sit!

The culprit: Mr. Insulin Pump.

I wasn’t gonna say anything, I’m a little embarrassed to be honest, feeling crazy violated, but in the name of fellow T-1s safety, I must come forward.

My pump, ahem, took advantage of me overnight. He bloody well got frisky with me; took up shop right at the tender part of my tushy! There was no permission to be had, no pre-arranged agreement, no bloody enjoyment. But rather, a bruised tailbone the morning after!!! Majorly bruised! I couldn’t sit without pain, I couldn’t bend down more than a quarter of the way without pain.

For shame, Mr. Insulin Pump, for shame!

I’ve got my EYE on you sir!

Fellow insulin pump users, heed this warning. Safeguard yourself against that pump of yours, because while they may look all innocent, and act like the bestest pal you’ve ever known, one day – one day!  – that sucker could very well turn on you and accost you in the night. (I’m pretty sure mine went evil when he got wind of a rumour he’s to be replaced in the near future with a much more fancier model.)

I most definitely needed an icy cold run to wash away the pump’s nasties – butt pain and all!


  • 8:15 a.m. BG before: 10.1
  • Carbs: none (gave -40% less bolus at breakfast an hour prior)
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Distance: 5.05 km
  • Time: 27:10
  • Average pace: 5:23 min/km
  • Average cadence: 89 spm
  • 9:15 a.m. BG after: 8.1

View along the route.

Watermelon head is back!

My fame has risen once again. Seriously people, my head is soon gonna be the size of a watermelon again (not that I’m complaining 😉 )

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Brother-sister rivalry.

Remember my Almost Famous post last month? The one where my star shone through the pages of Canadian Running Magazine? (For those of you not in Canada, here’s a link to the article:

Well folks, that fame has given me even more fame! Earlier this week, Best of the Betes Blogs released the month of winners, and guess who’s name was on that list? Me! Me! Me! My Almost Famous post was awarded Best Reference to a D-Celebrity (That’s me!) for my super awesome diabetes advocacy. Wahoo!



  • 3 p.m. BG before: 8.1
  • Carbs: none
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour)
  • Time: 34.06 minutes
  • Distance: 6.13 km
  • Average pace: 5:34 min/km
  • Average cadence: 88 spm
  • 4 p.m. BG after: 4.7

So today, while it was cold enough out for ice on the river, it most definitely was NOT cold enough for layers and layers of running clothes. The fleece and the gloves were major overkill.

But hey, I’m not complaining. The sun was shining. Garmin told me I’m an “experienced,” “faster” runner based on my cadence – blue baby!!! And my running shadow looked liked I was a super hot, caped superhero! Hehe 😀

Shadows are the best!

What was I thinking???

I don’t like the same-old, same-old running routes. I don’t like out-and-back running routes. I don’t like running in temperatures below zero. But more than any of that, I do NOT like running the treadmill!

What was I thinking?

After work Tuesday I headed to my moms fully intending on going for a 7 km run through the country. The days are starting to get longer, and even though it was freak nasty cold out, there were bright sun rays peaking through the hazed-over clouds; it seemed a perfect recipe for a late afternoon run.

But, there were obstacles. I’ve been struggling with serious belly issues for about a week now, and when I got out of my car, ohmygawd!!! I swear to you I was nearly knocked  halfway into the farm fields like an old rag doll, the wind was so freaking fierce – and cold! Bloody hell it was cold. Not Onterrible cold, but super freaking numb-your-face cold! I did NOT want to be stuck in that for 40 minutes.

Oh hey now, I thought, moms has a treadmill. Surely I could whip out a much warmer run on that no problem.

What was I thinking?

First, it took me a freaking half hour to figure out how to turn the bloody thing on (moms wasn’t yet home) and then probably another half hour to figure out the functions on the screen and the conversion between my min/km running pace to the treadmill’s min/mile speed. When I was finally good to go (with a rerun of Gilmore Girls on in the distance (the impromptu Harvard visit)) I thought okay, I can do this.

HOLY FREAKING HELL! I nearly fell off the bloody thing right off the hop… it’s been a long while since I was last on a treadmill. Okay, I thought, we’ll work up to my 5:00-5:15 min/km pace. Five minutes that felt like an hour passed; 10 minutes that felt like five hours past; 15, 20 minutes and I was done. I turned that sucker off, cursing my weakness, thinking what the frick, I can’t just do 21 minutes and call it quits, but I wasn’t getting back on that machine, no siree.

So, with my body covered in sweat, before I could change my mind, I quickly pulled on the two more running shirts, the arm warmers, the fleece, and the ear warmers I had packed, and headed outdoors.

What was I thinking?

Are you freaking kidding me? Why the hell didn’t I just do the outdoor run to begin with? Ugh. I ran a total of 4 km outside (with a Garmin that did not want to pick the satellites up until the last half kilometre!) and 2.07 miles inside.

And I walked away with a fresh renewed hate-on for the treadmill!

This is where I belong, cold and all!

Strength training, toddler style

Dear Little Ring,

Remember those days when you were just a lump? The days when you’d lie there keeping mama company for her strength training? The days when all you could do was lift up and try to grab my necklace as I struggled through pushups or planked for a minute over top of you? The days when you’d roll from side to side, lift your arms, lift your legs, but essentially still just a little lump? Remember those?

Oh how long ago those days were…

Dear Little Ring,

While I do so very, very, very much LOVE our daily snuggles, during strength training? Really? During pushups with your much larger lump directly under me? Really? During planks, clam shells, squats and lunges – Really???

Yes mama, really! (Note: He was totally lifting his legs just like I was AND reading his book – little show off! 😉 )