Things I Will Regret.

Got low last night after my sweet potato fries high.

Went to the kitchen and my brain totally disregarded the fact that I have juice boxes on top of the fridge. Nope, low-brain went right for the good stuff.

Candy corn.

Yup, you can taste the rebound high, can’t you.

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Also, I totally ripped off the serving size.

That also is something that I will regret.

Pure Barre and sweet potato fries

My sister and I have wanted to try Pure Barre for awhile. I mean, of course we have, since we are both 20somethings living in a city.

So we finally took the plunge and signed up for our first class. It was $15, and my booty will thank me for it tomorrow, I can tell you already!

I woke up on the lower side (and by lower, I mean 100). I drank my normal morning smoothie (banana, almond milk, chia seeds, spinach, cinnamon), and bolused like I normally do, expecting my little Dexcom sensor to start talking to me right away since I always suffer from a bad case of the crazy morning after breakfast blood sugars.

At the start of the class, I was 132 with 1.3 units still on board…WOW! I mean, I love a good diabetes/bolus win, but right before working out…I don’t think so. Normally, when I do any strength classes, I don’t need to do lower my basal, but since I A) had never taken this class before and B) still had SO much insulin on-board, I thought it was a good idea. I also was a total rule-breaker and brought my Dexcom and Omnipod into the class.

I’m so glad that I broke those rules because my Dexcom finally starting singing…just as we were moving from leg work to abs.

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See that dip in the red. That is about 3/4 of the way through the class, when we were doing our 100th hip thruster.

I was starting to feel a little bit low, so I grab my Omni and paused my basal. I tried to do some math but my body and brain don’t work out at the same time. So paused basal won.

Not only was I low and trying to fit into the new class, but then at the very end, the teacher started playing 90s throwback song Whoomp There It Is (which I always sing Whoop) that just made me start giggling so hard! I was a big mess.

I got through the class, but I meant to go up to the instructor and tell her that I wasn’t a rule breaker, that my problem during class wasn’t a missed text, but an uninvited low. I never got to. My sister and I were the last ones to leave…we had to pick ourselves up off the floor and slowly drag our booties out of there.

I definitely want to go back to Pure Barre…I might just buy there new member package of unlimited classes for $100 bucks for a month. But next time, I’ll be prepared!

Oh, and that long stretch in the red…those were the sweet potato fries I ate at dinner. Didn’t pre-bolus, didn’t even give myself the correct amount (40 carbs is not enough for half of a veggie burger with half of the bun and sweet potato fries, for the record).

But it’s ok…I worked out today, dontchaknow.

Anyone else do Pure Barre? How does strength work affect your blood sugar? Does Whoomp There It Is make you laugh hysterically?

Mindful Choices

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This should end with “on your Dexcom.”

As a diabetic, I have to be mindful of what goes into my body. No excuses.

But when holidays come around, like Valentine’s Day, I’m more likely to slack on my diet, which always ends terribly.

Every holiday I tell myself that I will do better. That I will make a different choice. But recently, I haven’t been sticking to my guns, and I’ve been giving into temptation.

It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m currently training for a 1/2 marathon, and this makes me believe that I can do no harm (even though I feel like the 1/2 marathon training is messing up things more than a giant bag of chocolate ever could).

Sorry, this is a terrible rant, but basically, I need a reset button. But diabetes doesn’t come with one of those. So I’m going to dedicate this week to healthy, no, mindful choices.

Here’s to drinking lots of these. Fuel and Lemon Love are my favorites.

Here’s to eating lots of this. It is my favorite low-carb dinner right now.

And here’s to using some of this in my morning smoothies to keep me full. I love mine with banana, unsweetened vanilla almond milk, chai seeds, flax, and spinach. YUM.

No one likes being a bloated Debbie Downer, so here’s to being a Healthy Halle? Excited Emily?

Ok, I’m an Obnoxious Olive.

And, I’m out.

Valentine’s Day

It’s February. You know what that means.

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Valentine’s day!

Otherwise known as Candy Day.

Actually, more like candy week!

I’m totally guilty of being that girl with her hand in the candy jar…with my other hand on my pump desperately trying to get my insulin to beat the sugar. 

And while I love me some candy, I don’t love the picture my Dexcom paints for me. You know, the red, yellow, and green lines that looks like a small child’s drawing.

I mean, it’s hard to be cute and sexy when you are shoving glucose tabs down your throat. And it really kills the mood when you need to pee every 5 minutes after chugging a gallon of water, all while declaring that you will BRB because you need to “pee on a stick” (totally has never happened to me).

This Valentine’s Day my boyfriend and I decided to lay low, get some food, and spend some time together with our BFF Netflix (and probably House of Cards). Which means that I SHOULD have had more control over what goes into my body, which means that my Dexcom should have been painting me a beautiful picture of green. But, I’m also a teacher, and when I come home with two chocolate apples, one jar of Hershey’s kisses, and countless of little baggies filled with gummies, well, it’s a different story (We actually had our celebration today at school because we had a 5 day weekend…yay snow days!)

I should be the one in charge, but diabetes (and my sweet tooth) always has different plans.

Per usual, diabetes was the third-wheel of every date to my Valentine’s day weekend. And what diabetes wants, diabetes gets.

So here’s to the dedicating the next few days to detoxing. My juicer is going to get a workout.

So (belated) Happy Valentine’s Day! From me (and my D-life) to yours.

Grad School

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Grad school is the worst.

I have to leave school at 3:40pm exactly to get to my class at 4:30pm.

Not only is it pretty much physically impossible to leave on time as a teacher, but it messes with my afternoon snack schedule.

I’m a BIG schedule person. Like, if my schedule gets messed up, I’m a wreck.

Which is usually fine since I’m an elementary school teacher and my life runs by the minute hand of a clock, so I can be all crazy and no one knows the difference.

But on days like today, it’s no good.

Everyday during our dismissal, my Dexcom starts down-arrowing (a word) at around 3:45pm, and when that happens, I need to eat some kind of snack. RIGHT. AWAY. Normally this is when my kids are parading around waiting for their buses, which means that it’s an easy time to get a low blood sugar.

But on days like today, my snack time is really my packupsoquicklyfindrunoutofthedoorwithajuiceboxomgsweatinglowheartpouding…you know the feeling. 

Not cute at all.

It’s hard to deal with a change in my schedule. It’s even harder to deal with one when I’m in low blood sugar survival mode.

The class just started last week, so it will take some time for me to remember to eat my snack a little bit earlier.

Also, when I talked to my doctor about this little low blood sugar, he was not concerned because I’ve been correcting it/anticipating it, so on my Dexcom, it looks like nothing is wrong…which tells me that maybe there is something wrong with me doctor?

I don’t know, but what I do know is that I can’t be the girl running to class with juice dropping from her mouth and sweat clinging to her face with machines beeping like crazy…I’m not trying to be the weird diabetic girl in school. Thanks, but no thanks.