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Sometimes…

Sometimes I don’t want to stop.

Sometimes I’m in the thick of a really great book, and I don’t want to stop.

Sometimes I’m in the middle of writing a killer sentence, and I don’t want to stop.

Sometimes I’m climbing down the Eiffel Tower in the twilight hours, and I don’t want to stop

Sometimes I’m in the depths of a needed sleep, and I don’t want to stop.

Sometimes I’m at 8.5 km of a strong 10 km run, and I don’t want to stop.

Sometimes I’m hurting with joy, giggling so hard with my boy, and I don’t want to stop.

I can see the words on the screen go blurry.

I can feel the letters in my book as they punch me in the face with every bounce across the page they make.

I can sense the happy flutters in my belly being strangled into sickening worry.

I try to control the shakes.

I try to ignore my heated cheeks.

I squint at the screen.

I cover one eye, hoping it will empower the other.

All for just a few more minutes.

A few minutes without Dear Diabetes.

But then, the full-body sweats come. Reality sets in. I cannot ignore Dear Diabetes. I cannot shove him off to the corner, not even for a few seconds. He is there. He will always be there. He won’t ever let me forget it.

The other day my blood sugars dropped to 3.0; I felt as though they were 2.0.

I didn’t want to stop.

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Cooking up a baby hiker

As many of you know, Big Ring is convinced we’re having a cyclist, not just a thumb-sucking alien baby, but a world-class cyclist, like a baby Mark Cavendish, or Andy Schleck, or Jeannie Longo kind of cyclist. But me, I’m pretty sure we got a hiker on our hands.

Here me out on this.

I had to stop running early in the pregnancy, because the activity, no matter how tempered or short it was drastically dropped my blood sugars to near comatose state. I took up the walking, much to my chagrin, but still, no matter how boring that snail’s pace activity was, my blood sugars almost always bottomed out with that one as well. (Maybe the kid was so bored, it had to add some low BG excitement into the mix.) So I pulled out Mr. Foldy, figuring not only would I be sprucing up my athletic pursuits, but surely he couldn’t do much damage to my BG. Oh how wrong I was. One huff-and-puff up a hill, and I was having to guzzle back OJ and sugar cubes.

Hiking, though, it seems, thumb-sucking alien baby and I have no problems with that activity! It doesn’t matter how laid back, how steep, or how long a hike, my blood sugars have stayed intact every single time … during the hike that is 😉

After my first hike (since pregnancy) a couple weeks ago, I’ve been hiking up a storm. I’ve done small hikes:


Around my parent’s acreage… which I might add, seemed to be a lot bigger when I was a little kid!

I’ve done a repeat up Westwood with my favourite hiking chicks:

And just today, on my first day of holidays, Big Ring and I trekked around Buntzen Lake:


Here I thought I had bears to be scared of, you see that fallen tree behind me, the one with the eyes, legs and antennae, it was actually the largest tree bug I’ve EVER seen!

It’s funny, last night when I suggested to Big Ring we hike Buntzen Lake, apparently he thought it would be a half hour stroll – not 9 km! He didn’t say anything, and I had no idea he had no clue, especially given that he had dressed in his hiking clothes. But about 30 minutes into the trek, he started making these shocked comments: ‘You actually ran around here;’ ‘Wow, this is a good workout;’ ‘So, uhm, when does it end?’

Two hours and 10 minutes, that’s when 😀

We went about an hour after lunch, which meant I halfed my lunch-time bolus to account for the exercise. I started the hike with an 8.7 BG, which is higher than I like them to be, but I knew they would come down. I didn’t give myself a temporary reduced basal, because that seems to be giving me more trouble than it’s worth during this pregnancy. And so, a little over an hour into the hike, my BG was at 4.4. I ate a chocolate chip Z bar without giving myself a bolus, and continued on. I was getting worried near the end of the hike that they were starting to bottom out as my legs were feeling rather jelloish, but I think that had more to do with three hikes in three days, because when we got back to the car, I was sitting at a comfortable 5.0.

Too bad they didn’t stay that way. An hour after the hike they were clinging to an unsettling 2.3 😦 But hey, they didn’t go low on the hike, which is great! Now I’ve just got to figure out post-exercise BG stability, and we’ll be golden. Oh happy day!


A happy hiker makes for a happy pregnant chick!

Goodbye hand cramps

It’s only taken 24 years – nearly a quarter of a century of nagging, eye rolling, chastising, throwing up arms in exasperation, cajoling, negotiating before I finally found a BG log book that would actually entice me to regularly record my readings. And I would have gone another 24 years easy (I’m not stubborn, not at all) had it not been for the recent discovery of Maxwell Software’s Glucose Companion iPhone app.

I may be a good diabetic, but it didn’t matter what the doctors, the specialists, the nurses, the moms said or did, I was not going to write my blood sugars down. I have spent many years frantically recording my blood sugars on the night before my specialist’s appointment, or even worse, on the drive in. And every one always rolled their eyes, commenting that wouldn’t it be easier if I just wrote them down when I took them. Sure it would, but I never remembered, and that’s probably because I couldn’t see the benefit of doing so.

That is, until my blood sugars took a major nosedive like they’d never done before a couple weeks ago. It didn’t matter what I ate, or how little insulin I took, they kept going low, really low, for more than a week, and it was really beginning to scare me. I needed to see what was going on. I needed to see the trends. I needed to see where adjustments could be made. But still, I couldn’t see myself picking up a pen and writing the numbers in a book multiple times a day.

I started Google searching to see if there were any online logbooks I could tap into. But again, I wasn’t sure if I would use them. I test my blood sugars an insane amount through the day, upwards of 12 times a day when I’m not exercising, more when I am, and I just couldn’t see myself running back and forth to my computer to record the readings. But then, a lightbulb went off. My iPhone is almost always within arm’s length away; when I’m running, it’s in my fuel belt, when I’m sleeping, it’s on my nightstand, and every other time it’s in my purse, right next to my glucometre. There had to be an app!

There were. Quite a few in fact. But the majority were either ugly, or required special attachments, or were far too complicated, etc., etc. And so, when my eyes focused in on Glucose Companion, I kid you not, it was love at first sight. Just look at the ease of its design, and all that it provides.

Recording numbers the old school way, won’t give me those charts, but will give me hand cramps. This way, I can export the numbers and statistics to my  email in a CVS, HTML, or PDF format with the flick of a finger. No more frantically recording numbers before an appointment. No more hand cramps. Hallejuah!

YESTERDAY’S DREADMILL:

  • 5 p.m. BG before: 8.9
  • Temp. basal -50 per cent (1 hour)
  • Distance 5 km
  • Time: 32 minutes
  • Average pace: 6:40 min/km (I think)
  • 5:45 p.m. BG after: 4.1 (yogurt, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1 hour)