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Winter Term Has Begun!
Winter term started this last Monday! I’m taking Math 105 on campus in the evenings and 3 classes online, they consist of Cultural Anthropology, Personal Health, and Health!
The health and anthropology classes all kind of intertwine, and they are so interesting I think that I will really enjoy this term, as long as I can stay on task. I do, however, have weekends off of work now, so I’ll be able to have 2 full days off of work and school. I think this will work best so I can really spend my weekends re-energizing. Along with this Terri and I have started to work out at 6am every morning during the week, and we’ll probably do our workouts later during the weekends. We have committed ourselves to the 30 days shred, and I think that I’m going to sign up for the Shamrock run on St. Patrick’s day. I am not a very strong runner, but I haven’t really tried before, so I’ll just have to apply myself.
I wear a lot of hats on any given day. At 6am I’m an athlete, well I try to be, by 8:30 I am a superb customer service representative saving the lives of old women and soccer moms, and around 6pm I am a scholar. Around 9pm I get to be the girlfriend to the most handsome boy around, where we can both laugh and act like children. After that I get to climb into my bed and become a bear because no fool better wake me!
Then it all starts again, but the whole time guess what? I’m still Diabetic, but that’s okay. Because that doesn’t stop me from enjoying every little part of my life. The only reason I want to do the 8K at the Shamrock run is so that I can say “You lost” to my diabetes.
Diabetes will never slow me down, and you shouldn’t let it slow you down either. We can do this, guys!
So, I’ve been doing the 30 day shred. Today was day five and I’m finally not so sore that I feel like I’m going to die.
If you look closely you can begin to see my small muscle. (: I look less like an overstuffed sausage.
I was giving this whole working out thing a thought, and I like feeling like a monster when I get done working out. Like I’ve just pushed my body, and myself, further than I have ever pushed before. I like working my muscle and feeling really buff! I know that I am not that strong, but it’s the little things, right?
I would rather look like a monster than a fairy princess when I leave a workout. (:
My Fear
Dear Mother,
I am afraid. My fear is that I am the only person who cares about Diabetes, and none of you seem to care. I am sad that we don’t recognize how dangerous it is, but also how common it is. Yes, diabetes is common. I would put statistics here but I don’t believe that will quite help you.
I want to help, but you don’t want my help. You’re going to kill yourself, and yet we are blaming diabetes. Diabetes is hard, it’s a constant fight, an endless torture, but the choices we make can help. Imagine it this way, when we eat a lot of carbs at once we know it will hurt later. If we eat less carbs it won’t be as painful. We literally get to choose whether we are going to fight 1 person or an army.
-Your daughter
New Year Goals
Congratulations, Everyone. We made it through another year. We woke up each day, we did the best we could to stay alive, and we did it.
Another 365 days with Diabetes has gone by. We have learned countless things about ourselves and our individual struggle with diabetes, and I hope we will be able to take these things into 2013.
I honestly can not handle how much has happened within just the last year. I went from barely being able to control myself all the way to knowing what this all meant. Last year I was so irresponsible with my diabetes, I am so proud of where I am now.
I am ashamed to say that there was a time, a long time, in my life that I didn’t care about this. I didn’t care if I woke up each day, and I certainly didn’t care what my levels were at. I dreaded going to the doctor and now I love it. I love getting to talk to my doctor. I love learning new things about not only my own struggle with diabetes, but other’s as well.
The most important thing that I have learned in the past 365 days is that I love diabetes. I love helping others, I love helping myself. I love reading about it, I love knowing that I have the power to decide whether it is that bad or not. I love knowing that I can make this a positive experience. My struggle with diabetes is a temporary one. It is the hardest thing I will ever have to do, but I do it everyday.
I love knowing that I CAN do it. I love that there is knowledge out there, and there are others out there. There are others who use the same tools, the same doctor, the same clinic, the same hospital, they have had the same blood sugar at some point, and have gone through the things that I am going through. I love the strength and responsibility that I have gained and learned from this experience, and I will try to be excited for everything that I will experience in the future.
Diabetes has given me more than it has taken from me, and I plan on keeping it that way.
This year I don’t have as big plans as I did last year. I got my pump, so I am going to maybe get a CGM and of course I have goals for this blog. I hope to gain 200 more followers this year, that would make me so happy. But as far as my Diabetes goes here are some goals I have set….
-Maintain My A1C of 5.9
-Volunteer/Help in the community with other Diabetics
-Check My Blood Sugar More Frequently
-Go All Year Without Any Dangerously Low Blood Sugars
-Run The Shamrock run, and Warrior Dash to prove that Diabetes Can’t Stop Me!
What goals have you set for yourself? Have you written them down? Writing down your goals will actually help you accomplish them!
I want to wish you all good lucky, and if there is anyway that I can help you please let me know. (:
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"Looking at William and I you could assume that I am the lazy one… with his slender figure and my short tea-cup shape…. When asked to participate in the Shamrock Run he quickly responds with “No, I don’t want to run! ONLY five miles? F that!” Haha. I love our relationship."
This is my second cousin Cooper, who was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes last year. Bret Michaels was “passing through town” (in podunk Idaho) today, and called up Cooper’s dad, my cousin Ryan, and asked if they could sit and chat. Mr. Michaels talked about diabetes with Cooper and eventually gave him his Rock To Cure Diabetes hat.
It was cool to see someone that big care so much about someone so small. It gave me hope.
