Diabetic to Dietetics

I may very well have learned a valuable lesson: moms know best … sometimes (Hey! I never said I wasn’t stubborn in my ways ;)) So my moms has been…

Oh crap! Where’s Vanessa? About 11 km into yesterday’s run, my brain set off into panic mode. I’d seen Vanessa at the start of the run, I had even said…

Hey! So check out these numbers: 6.9, 6.5, 6.2, 6.4, 7.5, 6.9, 6.4, 6.8, 6.1, 6.4, 6.1, 6.6, 6.6… For most of you, they probably don’t mean a thing, but…

For all you virginal eyes out there, I recommend you close them now. Because today, and quite possibly all the days forward, I stick my middle finger up in the…

My name is Princess of Pavement, my sneakers kick the streets ass, and my running fashion rules the alleyways, but I have a confession. I am a hypochondriac. A major…

It was almost one year ago, on Sept. 12, 2009, that my newly minted husband presented me with a small, turquoise box that had a perfectly wrapped white ribbon around…

I don’t care what anyone says, red wine is a brilliant training strategy! Case in point: About two months ago, Mario and I had dinner with friends on a Saturday…

Oh no! My toe is purple! Remember how I was complaining of swollen feet and bruised toes after Sunday’s 29 km run through the thick of the 34 degree temperature.…

Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to drop everything and scream, not whimper, not cry, but full-on scream? I’m talking standing in the middle…

The other day a girlfriend of mine let me in on a lesson that was drilled into her at an early age from her dad. The four most important words…

Okay seriously, where did the weekend go? I swear it’s like I blinked and it was gone. Probably had something to do with the fact that it was so chock-a-block…

Do you know what it’s like to have a stomach that looks like the arm of a heroin addict? I do. Ever since going on the insulin pump, my belly…