Showing posts with label DSMA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DSMA. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I'm Just A Social Butterfly

Here is my DSMA March Carnival Entry all about exercise!  It took me a long time to sit down and write this blog.  Mostly because I don't feel like I belong in the exercise buff category or the dreading exercise all together.  I've always been active, and at camp as a kid they would over-feed us so we wouldn't go low; I was in the 300s because I was just as active at home as I was at camp.

Plymouth State tennis team (that's me with the Fischer bag)
On the exercise buff side: *side note: I am not an exercise buff by any means, but I also am not a complete hater of exercise* I love doing things with other people.  You might have heard that I like to ski.  And skiing is something I have always done with my family.  I have friends who ski too, and who have supported me while I was super low while doing it, but for me it will always be a family activity.  It isn't what I would call a workout by any means, but it is what I would call fun, active, getting fresh air, and enjoying myself.  My other favorites are synchronized swimming and tennis.  Synchronized swimming is something I do with one of my best friends, my mother, and a few other women.  We laugh, we talk, we make faces at each other under water, and we work hard.  Holding your breath and kicking your legs up in the air and spinning are hard work.  And then when you come out of the water you need to not look dead and be smiling.  It's hard work, and quite often it sends me to the low range.  As for tennis, I've been playing since I was four, and started with my grandparents.  I took lessons with them, played in the driveway, and even against the garage door (sometimes I even won - sending the ball through the window).  As I got older, I'd take lessons throughout the school year with my friends, and in high school I joined the tennis team.  And in college I joined the tennis team.  That was another four years of working out, working hard, playing hard and having fun.  As a kid, I also did dance, softball, swim team, track along with any sort of pick up games you could imagine.  In high school, I ran cross country, was on the ski team, and tennis team (as I mentioned).  My junior year I ran winter track too.  It's easier to do the working out, working had & playing hard if you're having fun while you're doing it.  I guess that is where my motivation comes in.  My motivation is to have fun; because at the end of every day, that is what it's all about.  I know that if I work hard, and keep up with exercising constantly, I'm going to be able to enjoy it alot more.  If not, I'll be stopping to take breaks, I'll be going low inconsistently & worrying and worst of all (in my opinion), I might not be able to keep up.

Onto the I hate exercise side:  I can always find things that are more appealing.  Because, ya know, working out by yourself is BORING!  I go to the gym and I go running, but no part of that is appealing. Unless of course there is a tennis court or pool at said gym...but I digress.  But the easiest and cheapest way to stay in shape is to go for a run.  Living in the city gives me great loops, that are flat or hilly and that I can repeat or not.  I generally don't go on routes that I have to repeat because I find myself lured back to my apartment.  I haven't been running as much I would like lately, but I'm okay with that because I've been going to the gym.  The biggest thing that I find gets in the way is the time I leave myself to go low after.  Yes, I plan this in.  Sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn't, but if I'm working out in the morning, I need to make sure I have time to come back up before getting back to work.  When I go for a run, I have my keys tied into my shoes, my glucose tabs in my sports bra, and if I'm feeling really ambitious I bring my phone so I can listen to music.  Having these things with me is much easier at the gym because of the cup holders and shelves on the equipment.  And, if I do feel low, I can slow down, take some tabs and not feel as scared that I'm out all by myself.  As time goes on and I exercise more and more, the lows and such are more predictable.  The one thing I do find difficult though is the lack of predictability in my schedule, therefore my workout schedule can also be hard to figure out.  The days that are the hardest are when I'm free after work one night, and in the morning the next day since I know exercise stays in my body for 24 hours.  I haven't paid attention to patterns when this happens, but if it happens more regularly, this is something I will need to pay attention to.

This post is my March entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival.  If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2011/march-dsma-blog-carnival

Thursday, February 10, 2011

DSMA February Blog Carnival, Part Two

The most awesome thing I've done in spite of diabetes is ...
In January 2009, I was on the phone with Rebel when she told me that she was going to try to qualify for the Global Heroes race.  "You should do it too."  And I agreed.  The deadline for the application was April 1.  I didn't have much time to start training (it started the next day).  I looked up a training log online and started my work (I would link it for you, but I don't remember which one it was.)  I liked this training log because it wasn't about how fast you were going, just that you were doing it.  It was a 7 day per week program, but included a day of rest, and a day of stretching.  It also included days of other exercise, based on how long you did it.  To complete these days, I would head down to cross-country ski or to the hotel between where I was living and school and do laps at the pool.  I was dedicated.  And even though I'm not a runner, I did it.  The log scheduled ten weeks, and I had 9.5 between the day I decided to do it and my race, which was 10.5 miles.  On one of those weeks, I got sick.  It wasn't the flu, but it knocked me out, that's for sure.  I can remember driving to school early, running a 5 mile loop, and then sitting in class for an hour (extra fidgety since I hadn't showered yet - I had changed though).  Still though, there was a lot of anxiety.  But c'mon, who doesn't want the chance to win a $1000 to give to a diabetes group in your name?  I was determined to do this.  I went to my parents house a few weeks before the race and ran an 8 mile loop.  My mother drove by at one point, and I only walked when I was sucking down a juice box (or tabs or something, I don't remember the specifics).  But I finally felt empowered that I could run this race.  My father was nervous and didn't think I could do it; not because I couldn't, but because we don't train the same way.  And if he was the one that was training, he couldn't have done it the way I did.  I didn't care how long it took, all I needed to do was finish, and then tell the Global Heroes how medical technology helped me, and why I'm an awesome person.  (Not in so many words, but basically).  My dad, his friend & I drove down to Connecticut and I ran.  And ran and ran and ran.  And if you're thinking that 8th mile must've been hard.  You're wrong.  The third mile was the hardest.  And this race had so many hills it wasn't even funny.  I knew that this was something that I wouldn't be doing very often in my life, so I gave my father my camera to document and prove that I did it.

Finish Line
So that backpack.  The camelbak portion was filled with half gatorade and half water.  I was on a 30% basal (if not lower) for 3-4 hours.  I also had my meter, a bottle of tabs, juice boxes, peanut butter crackers, and maybe plain water?  All I know is that beyond anything I didn't want to stop and open it.  There were two women in front of me, and they nicknamed me pinky.  And they told my father: "Pinky never stops running, how does she do it?"  And I didn't need to stop and open my backpack.  The best thing about this day is that I don't remember what my diabetes did that day.

I didn't do this in spite of diabetes.  I did this because of diabetes and for diabetes.  In the process I lost 30 pounds (they're all back), I gained confidence & I realized that even though it seemed crazy, I did it! I didn't win the chance to run in Twin Cities, and I believe it's because I don't have a great ability to write about how awesome I am.  I've never been one to think "I deserve ____ because ____."   But I did this for the chance to help others, and I'm hoping to run a race like this again.

This post is my February entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival.  If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2011/introducing-the-dsma-blog-carnival/

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

DSMA February Blog Carnival, Part One

National Zoo in D.C. 6 years old
The most awesome thing I've done in spite of diabetes is ...
go to preschool
learn to play tennis
go skiing
go to Kindergarten
ballet, jazz, tap (x 10 years)
go to elementary school
be a Brownie
start T-ball
play softball (x 10 years)
go camping
start playing the piano
go to Diabetes camp
go to middle school
start playing the clarinet
have a solo in the Christmas concert
start running cross-country
field trip to Disney without Mom as a chaperone (x2)
take swing-dancing lessons
Washington D.C. field trip
start high school
run cross-country (x4 years)
ski team (x4 years)
tennis team (x4 years)
family ski trip to Colorado
winter track (x1 year)
Tour de Cure
get the pump (03.16.02)
get my driver's license
C.I.T. at Camp Carefree
Chris Evert Tennis Academy
NH Scholastic Athlete Award
graduate high school
start college at Salve Regina University
take classes at UNH-Manchester
re-start college at Plymouth State University
tennis team (x4 years)
work at St. Paul's Children's Learning Center
counselor at Camp Carefree
work with kindergarteners doing Summer Learning
work as a summer nanny
work 3 jobs one summer
Spring Break in Puerto Rico
work at Waterville Valley Ski Area Childcare
work taking care of ski instructors' children
work in Oregon for two summers
run 10.5 mile race
Child Life Intern
graduate college
apply for a crazy amount of jobs
volunteer coach synchronized swimming
start synchronized swimming
working as a full-time nanny
move to Boston in a big girl apartment!
travel to Utah for work (and ski, and see one of my best childhood friends)
celebrate 21 years at Pops! Goes the Fourth (I've been planning this since my 16th D-Day)
take a vacation to Oregon
...to be continued...

(How can I pick just one thing when I've had diabetes for 21.5 years, and been alive for 25 years?)

"You got yourself this far-you just got to keep going." Dan Ward


This post is my February entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival.  If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2011/introducing-the-dsma-blog-carnival/

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Swimming & DSMA

In case 
you live
under a rock,
there has been
a lot of snow
this winter
and I love it.
But the time has come where I am sick of it interrupting my life.  I love the snow, I love how the kids like to go outside and lay in it and make beds, I love skiing, I want to go cross-country skiing this weekend, and I'm just a general lover of the snow.  I am also a lover of synchronized swimming every other Wednesday.  And while it doesn't always lower my BG, I whole-heartedly believe that swimming on Wednesdays is a great physical benefit for my diabetes and my body.  I also believe that it is good for my overall health getting to see one of my best friends.  All these storms this year seem to have come on Wednesdays.  I wouldn't know this, except that I've had to skip swimming since the beginning of January.  I feel like by the time I get to go again I'm going to sink to the bottom of the pool (I realize this won't happen, but geez it's been a long time!)  I see the forecasts and I get sad.  My bags have been packed in my car and it's sad taking the unused bag back out.  But then I remember that it's Wednesday and I realize that I'll get to participate in the DSMA chat.  And while dsma might not do anything for the physical aspect of my diabetes, I know that it helps my psychological aspect of diabetes.  There's something about talking with other people with diabetes that really helps me.  And it's something that I do look forward to.  The dsma community is huge; so much bigger than my swimming community.  I love being a part of it, but I miss my swimming community.  

Friday, December 10, 2010

"The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder."

For all of you who participated in #dsma on Wednesday night, I want to thank you for welcoming me with what felt like open arms, open minds and open hearts.  The replies & RTs made me feel like I've been there before.  I have to admit though, I'm not knowledgeable about insurance and insurance company policies, or how it can affect me.  I just got my own insurance, but have not had to pay for my own prescriptions since I still have insulin and strips from the last time on my parent's insurance.  And the only thing I knew about clinical trials is that Rebel got denied for one this summer because her pancreas still makes C-peptide (or something).  

As I was thinking over the entirety of the conversation yesterday, I remember sitting in class my freshmen year of college, and the professor talking about three different types of information.  There are things you know.  There are things you know you don't know.  And then there are things you don't know you don't know.  (Yes, it took me a long time to understand that last one.)  But one day it clicked.  And on Wednesday it clicked too.  First and foremost, I had no idea it would be so hard to read and respond simultaneously.  There's just so much awesome stuff being said!  But I got to read about others' experiences and I got to ask questions.  It was so helpful, especially to just read at times.  I wanted to research what was happening in front of me, but it was all happening so fast, and all of a sudden it was 10:00 and we were done.  


And then last night I listened in on the blogtalkradio show, and that left me feeling even more astounded.  There are so many smart, articulate people out there, and I'm glad that I have found you, but now where do I go?  My brain was trying to process what it was hearing and reading, but there was no output in return.  I asked questions, but I had nothing to give.  It feels good.  I know that there is more out there I need to learn about, and now I've got a reason to get started on it.  These conversations have lit the fire under me.

December 10: Let It Snow