Happy Birthday to those of you who were born during a leap year! (Click on that link to check out the history.) Celebrating one’s birthday every four years seems strange to me. I guess I can’t imagine doing that. How must you feel on March 1st when February 28th was the day before, and there was no recognition of your entry to this planet? Sad? Abandoned? Invisible? I don’t get it.
I have a friend who celebrated her birthday yesterday. She told me that she ALWAYS wished she had been born on the 29th — “A Leap Year birthday is awesome,” she exclaimed! She felt cheated, because the year she was brought into this world was, in fact, a leap year. “One more day! Just one more, and I could feel unique.”
“You’re unique, trust me,” I responded. Still unsure of her logic, I asked, “Why? I don’t understand — you get ripped off with every passing year; no cake, no presents. How can this be a good thing?”
Laughing, she responded, “It’s simple. I’d feel SPECIAL!” she insisted. “Not abandoned or invisible. And by the way,” she smiled, “I know I’d feel younger. Think about it, with each birthday celebration, I could subtract 3 years!”
Not sure her math was accurate, I went with her theory. “I guess LEAPING from one birthday to the next (four years later) has some advantages.” So, to those of you who have that SPECIAL Leap Year Birthday, I hope you had a wonderful time celebrating today! And just think, four years from now you can do it again. 🙂
I digress — moving on to DIABETES! The “LEAP” to which I’m referring, is a bold jump, into making even better choices and a healthier lifestyle. Are you thinking, “Weren’t we working on that already?”
“Yes, we have been, but I’m suggesting that we take a giant LEAP forward in the management of our diabetes. MY LEAP will include: testing more for the next two weeks, watching my patterns more closely,monitoring what goes into my mouth more carefully, paying strict attention to exercising (in my case, walking my butt off). LOGGING ALL OF IT. What a pain in the … Maybe, but this T2D can do it for the next two weeks. I can do that. TWO WEEKS — one day at a time! C’mon…
At the end of my two week marathon of healthier living, I’ll review what I’ve done. If my numbers are better, and I feel more energetic, my plan is to keep going for the rest of the month. When March comes to an end, I’ll determine if I’m committed enough, dedicated enough, to take the LEAP into April with the same regime. I’m counting on ME.
So that’s the question that I’ve been asking myself. AM I a dedicated diabetic or not? Make up your mind Kathy! Either do it or don’t — damn it!
Obviously, I haven’t been too dedicated lately. Oh, I don’t mean to my diabetes — that’s been going along pretty well. I’m talking about my blogging. You see, the reason I started this blog in the first place was to keep me on track in terms of my diabetes (and hopefully impart some words of wisdom on the topic). I thought that if I blogged each day — or at least three or four times a week — I’d stay more focused. Obviously, I haven’t been too successful/committed/dedicated lately. But that’s about to change.
Thanks to Bill at “Simple Living Over 50,” a wonderful blog on WordPress, I’m back on track! As of this morning, probably around 7 a.m. (it’s 1:15 a.m. now), along with my post, I’ll be listing my blood sugar number and my weight! Yep, I think it’s a great idea (Thanks, Bill!), and I’m stealing it. I’ll post both at the end of…well, at the end of whatever comes out of my brain.
Posting my blood sugar, along with my weight, will keep me honest — just another form of accountability, I guess.
Sorry about my lack of pictures, folks. Planning on getting to Apple to cure this dilemma. Somehow, I just haven’t gotten there; life gets in the way. No excuses!!!
My last post was December 4th. I’ve been slightly distracted — a brief hospital stay (thanks to my wacko heart), and side effects of a new medication, kept me from posting. BUT, I’m back in action and really happy and grateful to be writing again!
So, dare I bring up Resolutions for the New Year? If you made any, have you kept them?
Many moons ago I stopped making resolutions. Why, you ask? Simple. I rarely kept them and then suffered remorse, which resulted in doing MORE of what I had resolved to do LESS. 🙂 I decided that a more positive path would put more balance into my life. Focusing on BALANCE — that’s the answer! Every area of our lives, food, exercise, family, work, all require balance.
The question is, How do we manage this juggling act, we call life? I have some ideas on this topic. I’ve tried many methods to get this miss-mosh of a life in order. Some have been somewhat successful, others might be referred to as a dismal failure. What’s imperative is that we KEEP ON TRYING! Here’s a suggestion, based on something that I always need to do: MAKE A LIST…
There’s no way to have balance in our life, if we don’t know what it is that we value. So…
1. MAKE A LIST— not in any specific order. Do you value Work, Fun (recreation), Health, Friends, Spirituality, Family? Any others? Write them down.
2. O.K., now take another sheet of paper and place it next to the list you’ve just completed. Write PRIORITIES, at the top of this page. Don’t rush. Think carefully.
3. Now, take your first list and write those things that you value, on your PRIORITIES LIST, in order, of course, of priority! How important is each one to you, and where should it fit in on the list? Don’t worry, you can’t make a mistake — this is YOUR list. [Actually, I found this the most difficult part — What? You don’t want FUN to be your #1 priority???] 🙂
4. Next, take your list of priorities, and and create a chart that will allow you to manage your time in relation to your priorities. Write the amount of TIME (hours, minutes) that you are willing and able to devote to each. Hmmm, is this exercise starting to make you feel uncomfortable? Don’t panic, you’ll figure it out, and nothing is written in stone. Time is fluid, and sometimes we’re forced to make adjustments.
At this point, you’ve carefully examined your list of priorities— you’ve committed, in writing, those things, tasks, and people that you value the most AND, you’ve established the amount of time that you’re able to devote to each. GOOD FOR YOU!
For ME managing my diabetes HAS to come FIRST on my list, and I imagine on yours, as well. Most of us Type 2 diabetics have learned that, if we don’t put management of our diabetes first, nothing else falls into place.
Reflecting at the end of the day (I journal) has helped me to see what area(s) need to be improved.
Making time to do those things that make us happy, bring enjoyment to our life, is IMPERATIVE.
We only go this way once, folks! At least, I think so…
HAPPY NEW YEAR, dear readers, and may 2016 bring laughter, love, and good health into each of your lives — Oh, and BALANCE too!
On my way home today, I stopped at my local Stop and Shop. LIST in hand 🙂 I entered the store completely focused.
3 small bananas
1/2 lb. roast beef
That’s it — I’m done.
Moving down the aisle from the deli section on my way to the check out line, two wagons blocked my way. No one was paying attention, so I took a detour to the left. It was the bakery area, but I knew I was o.k. The showcase was to my left, so I looked to the right as I passed it (Just to be on the safe side — trying to avoid temptation.)
“Miss, Miss, excuse me. Miss!” I turned to my left and a frail, elderly lady was smiling at me. She was standing, slightly hunched over, in front of the showcases filled with you know what. I’m tall, so I’m used to people asking me to get them items from the high shelves. But, there were no shelves.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said, appearing to be confused.
“How can I help you?”
And then it began. A LONG story, with much pointing out of the various pastries.
“I’m having 5 people over for bridge today. So far I have this,” she said, pointing to the container of fruit in her cart. “But I can’t decide what pastries to get. Do you think two of the tarts, two of the giant chocolate cookies and maybe eight of the rainbow cookies would be enough?”
My mouth began to salivate, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know.” I started to walk away.
“Wait, please, I really need your help,” she pleaded. “Maybe I should get the mini chocolate ganache cakes too. What do you think?”
THERE’S NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD, that’s what I think!
I took a deep breath and said, “Maybe you should ask the baker, she’s the expert.” I started to scoot away. “Wait,” she called out. I turned and pointed to the woman behind the counter. “She’s right there; she’ll be able to answer your questions.”
I took off like a bat out of hell! Once on line, I checked out my items and was on my way. Before leaving, I glanced over at the bakery section. She was still there, debating with the baker. I smiled
Walking to the car, I gave myself a virtual pat on the back. I made it out — sugar free. Good for me!
The other day I completed a ton of chores and on the way home I decided to stop at the deli. I love their Light Vegi Tuna (very little mayo; perfect for lunch). Of course, there was a line, so I focused on what I was getting — nothing else.
As I waited on line, my eyes wandered into a basket of homemade baked goods. A brownie topped by the crumbs of a crumb cake, drenched in confectioners sugar, caught my eye. Interesting. Seriously, I’ve never see that before. My “crazy self” screamed, Buy it — try it — one isn’t going to kill you. Along came the guy with my tuna. “Anything else, ma’am?” “No thanks, I’m good,” came out of my mouth. And then, my hand inched its way over to the basket of goodies. “Wait, I’ll take one of these.” Money exchanged hands — similar to a drug deal… I took my small bag and drove home, not giving a thought to what I’d just done.
Once in the house, I removed the tuna and the brownie/crumb cake from the brown paper bag. I still can’t believe what I did. I put the tuna in the refrigerator and the brownie on a plate. I sat down at my dining room table, read the newspaper, and ate the brownie. When I was done, I looked up, much like an alcoholic coming out of a stupor, and thought, What did I do? It was pretty amazing. I don’t even LIKE crumb cake, and frankly, I couldn’t tell you what the brownie tasted like. I paid no attention while I was eating. I likened myself to an alcoholic in a blackout, I barely remembered eating it — I swear, it was really strange. I felt awful; remorse took over. I yelled at myself, vowing never to let my guard down again. Physically, I felt like garbage, not unlike the junk I had ingested. All this over a brownie! I took a nap.
Hindsight is a great thing. I knew better, but I did it anyway. I went into that deli hungry — bad decision. I let my guard down. When it comes to food, I realize that I need structure. Planning is the key to success, and I certainly didn’t do it that day. For the most part, my failures regarding my diabetes regimen are centered around a lack of planning.
O.K., I lost that battle, but NOT the war. So, moving forward, get out that LIST, Kathy, and PLAN. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. One day at a time!
Keeping my hands busy working on a project, stops me from feeding my face. Crafting and DIY-ing, are my all-time favorites.
Crocheting is great. I didn’t say I’m great at it, but I love doing it! I’ve managed to make afghans and throws for babies and adults, scarves (straight and infinity), and head/ear warmers. That’s about it. Nothing fancy — no sweaters or hats, not yet anyway. I love the colors and sizes of the various yarns — chunky may be my fave. It’s great to engage in a night of crocheting, sans food. It means I’ve moved toward completion of a gift, or something for myself, without “moving” food down my throat. That’s a good thing!
I belong to a small group called the “Crafty Bitches.” Truth is, sometimes we craft, sometimes we bitch, sometimes we do both. It’s great just to sit with some friends, talking and crocheting, most of all laughing. We made a pact when we started the group, years ago, that no food would be consumed when we met, and with very few exceptions, we’ve stuck to our plan. Yea, us!
Last year, I decided I wanted to learn to quilt. NOT hand-quilting. Let’s not get carried away. I have an ancient sewing machine that’s heavy, and pretty much dead; so, I bought an inexpensive machine that came with a video (awesome bonus), and I was off and running. God Bless YouTube! I started with a rag quilt; couldn’t be easier. To date, I’ve made five — all for babies. One is an “I Spy” quilt (You know, I Spy a truck, I Spy a butterfly, I Spy…). I’m working on it now for a friend’s grandson. I’ll send it with a list of things the child can find on it — pretty cool. There’s no way I can, or would, eat while doing this; I wouldn’t want to ruin it.
In November of this year, I decided to learn beading. While shopping, I almost always end up looking for a bargain in the jewelry section, particularly bracelets and earrings. I can do this! …and so it always begins. Again, what would I do without YouTube? I made bracelets and earrings for the masses; wrapped them up, and voila, Christmas presents. Unless they were pulling my leg, the jewelry was a big hit. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, but I kept it simple, and with the right colors and a touch of bling, I created jewelry that would rival Tiffany’s! O.K., that’s totally untrue; but, they were pretty good and fun to do. Most importantly, I couldn’t eat and bead, lest I devour an earring or two.
Beading, crocheting, and quilting, are projects that have helped to keep me OUT of the kitchen. I can thank them for assisting me in managing my numbers. I can attest that “crafting helps to keep diabetes under control.” 🙂
Seriously, I hope that you can see there’s some truth to what I’m saying. There’s lots more in the realm of crafting andDIY-ing that I’ll discuss in future posts; relating it to the control of my diabetes, of course.
This Dedicated Diabetic is hoping that you’re staying on track towards a healthy lifestyle.
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A War is Won, One Battle at a Time
Last week I saw an ad in the paper for a free seminar on Diabetes. There’s always something new to learn, right? I was suspicious, because it didn’t take place in a hospital. I figured the doctor was probably hawking a book, but I’m o.k. with that, so I went with my mind wide open.
The event was held in a hotel — stop laughing. LOL, I did too 🙂
The room was packed, I took the only seat left. Never, and I mean never, have I ever heard anyone speak so fast — I’m talking auction speed! Some of the terms he spit out were, “concierge medicine, supplements, medications.” I listened anyway.
After his spiel, which lasted an hour, I filed away one important statement. It was a fact that I already knew. It wasn’t what he said, it was HOW he said it. Bluntly.
“You have a choice to make,” he said seriously,
“What’s more important to you, your carbs, breads, cakes, cookies, candy, — or your FEET?” What’s more important, your dairy products, cheese, ice cream, — or your VISION?”
He was right. His words slapped me right across the face. Hard, really hard.
Driving home, I felt sad. Quickly, my sadness changed to motivation. This take-away was exactly what I needed. Time to move forward. I removed the word “cheat” from my vocabulary.
Diabetes is no joke.
Recently, my struggle has been increasingly difficult. Shopping, any type of shopping, is torture. You know what I mean. Almost every store has candy at the register. Think about it; the hardware store, the craft store, clothing store. Why? WHY? I venture in to buy a screwdriver, but the sweet-stuff is always there! It’s calling my name — Kathy, one piece won’t hurt. You know you want me! My mouth is watering, and it’s not over the screwdriver. I bite my lip (a sure sign I’m about to slip), my nostrils flare (I really want to smell it; just smell it). It’s so hard to stay on track.
It’s true. It can be torture; but I’m determined. My feet trump junk food. Here’s my plan: DON’T EVEN LOOK. If there are magazines, read the covers. FOCUS on the purchase, not the surrounding temptations. Finally, cha-ching, my item(s) paid for, and I’ve made it out of the store without caving into temptation. Another battle won!
Nobody ever told me this would be easy. I don’t know about you, but I never thought it would be this much of a challenge. Now, with my renovated attitude, do you know what I say to that moaning and groaning? Tough! Just DO it, Kathy. I’m well aware that my quality of life, my life, is at stake.
I choose good health.
And the war continues. I will win! One day-at-a-time.