World Diabetes Day has come and gone, but I’m still feeling a little blue (only now in the ‘sad’ sense). By the way, did anyone see monuments lit up? I’d love to hear about it. Anyway, maybe it’s the overcast sky that’s making me gloomy. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m totally exhausted. Most likely, I’m just having some general angst issues. When I feel like this, the only thing that helps is exercise, so I’m going to have to push myself –tired as I am- to go move it!
Yesterday I went to the gym and in addition to doing exercises with the TRX, I worked out with the fit ball. I balanced on the ball on my knees, and lifted weights with my arms. While doing it I thought to myself- this is either going to end ugly, or with me feeling proud of myself. Surprise…I did not fall off the ball and land on my face. And I really did feel good about myself. It was a nice feeling and I should feel it more often- especially when it comes to diabetes. Usually my instinct is to talk about diabetes when I’m having a bad blood sugar day and I need to vent frustration. But the truth is that Mike and I are sometimes really, stupidly, jump-up-and-down happy when we see a 90 on the meter (in particular if we’ve eaten something we shouldn’t and are expecting to see 200). So…since I actually am having a good day with the blood sugar, bear with me for a moment while I talk to myself in third person and give myself a little praise: Good job with the diabetes management, Jess. Way to go. And high five to those few precious beta cells that are still hanging in there…
