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Hitting a nerve

It seems I may have hit a nerve with my numbers on a scale post a few days ago, and you know what, I’m glad I did. Because while I knew in my heart that I was doing everything right (I mean, seriously, a girl that eats this much salad while pregnant can’t be in the wrong) on the surface I was beginning to second guess my actions with Ms. Dietitian’s criticism of my weighty outcomes.

Despite my hemoglobin A1c (three-month average blood sugar reading) being a consistent 5.5, which is pretty darn good, and despite my veering away from my love of chocolate and ice cream for the most part throughout the duration of this pregnancy, and massively mowing down on salads galore, when I heard Ms. Dietitian’s words telling me that my weight was far too weighty, all logic flew right out of my head.

I started thinking more about chocolate and ice cream and cookies and pizza. I mean, if I was doing everything right, eating super healthy, being super active, and still gaining more weight than I apparently should be, why the heck not indulge in those oh-so tempting sweets I’ve been forgoing. I kid you not, it was like virtual emotional eating without actually doing it.

Heck, I even had the guilt clouding my every judgement. Every time I was faced with a food/meal option, I weighed every ounce of my decision – is that too many carbs, how fatty is that, what will that do to my ass? Are you freaking kidding me? This is NOT the kind of person I am, and it is the furthest character I should be embracing when trying to cook up a healthy, alien thumb-sucker.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had issues with medical peeps specializing in the diabetes field. And I’ve often wondered if a) they’re either checking out, or b) they have a set checklist that they follow, not keeping in mind that every person is different, every body is different, every file is different.

So, to all of you who left me messages in one form or another, I thank you. You put reason back into my brain. I’m pregnant. I’m eating healthy. My BG is near perfection. And dammit, if I gain a pound or two or more, so be it – I got a strong little kicker in my belly!

Sara’s comment summed it up perfectly: Let’s say that pregnant women gain an average of 25 lbs during pregnancy. Well, how do they calculate averages? Some are going to gain more than that, some are going to gain less than that. It’s an AVERAGE.

And don’t worry Sara, I’ll be sure to get a second opinion if someone out there (beyond me, of course) suspects I’m growing an alien 😉

So, instead of worrying about the weight I’m gaining, I’ve decided to put that energy into worrying about whether or not Big Ring and I will kill this season’s crop of flowers, herbs, tomatoes and strawberries. We don’t have a very good success rate to date, but by golly, we are determined to have at least one thriving crop in our lifetime.

Fingers are crossed this will be our year!

Where I belong

Forget dressing up as a princess; I’m already one of those. Forget Hermoine Granger’s book bags and wizardry outfits. Forget even painting my face Smurfette blue. This year for Halloween I dressed up as a marathoner, and took full opportunity to go trick-or-treating. And by trick-or-treating, I mean running of course.

Wait a sec, you’re thinking, she already told us this, yesterday, the day of. Yes, I did. But I did not tell you the significance of yesterday’s run.

Two things:
1) It was my first run since Tiffany.
2) It was Mario’s first run since the start of cycling season.

Let’s start with me first, because, well, I like to talk about me 😉

Before leaving the loft, Mario looked at me in my shorts and two technical shirts with concern all over his face. You do realize it’s cold out there, he said. I nodded. Like freezing cold, he said. I nodded again. He just shook his head; his attire had him dressed in a long sleeved shirt, gangster looking hoodie (hood up of course) and winter tights. We walked out the door, and sure enough, I was shivering, teeth chattering, freezing cold. I swear it took everything he had not to spit out an I told you so.

It was just supposed to be a light run, but because I was cold, and because maybe I had something to prove, I jetted out the gate with Mario calling behind “Hey! I haven’t run in months…”

It felt awesome. My legs were laughing up a storm as they pounded down the pavement; my face was smiling through the cool breeze; my heart beating with each step. And the scenery, oh my goodness, such a perfect night for us trick-or-treaters. The black sky was so clear with just a glimmer of pinkish orange off in the distance, and the moon so bright against the ripples in the river. This is where I belong.

And while Mario may not have the same sentiment towards running as I do (he still makes fun of us) he obviously saw the benefit of putting runs in last winter, as he was quite keen to get out again. Or, maybe it’s not the benefits he’s remembering, maybe it’s The Bet 😀

ps. my body temperature was perfect on the run; his was a little overheated by the end. But I bit my tongue, no I told you so from me, nope, not one 😀


  • 7:30 p.m. BG before: 5.6 (1 chocolate biscuit, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (30 minutes)
  • Time: 40 minutes
  • 8:30 p.m. BG after: 4.0
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (30 minutes)

November is diabetes awareness month (it’s not lost on me that it comes right after Halloween) and for more than 20 years it meant nothing to me. I figured I have diabetes, I already know about it, what more do I need to know, and why should I care to open others eyes to it. I’ve since changed that view.

So here’s what I’m going to do in honour of diabetes awareness: For every blog I post this month, I will post a picture showing diabetes in my life.

Diabetes Day No. 1: My monthly hemoglobin A1C test:

The hemoglobin A1C blood test checks average sugar levels in diabetics over a three-month period, and is a way of seeing how in control a person is with their diabetes. “Normal” people are between a 4.0-5.9 range. For us non-normal, a good range is under 7.0. (Mine hovers between 6.2 and 6.5)

Most diabetics get this test once or twice a year, but because I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to my blood sugars, I convinced my doctor to set me up on a once-a-month testing regime. OCD much? Meh 😀