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Day of reckoning

Running, Training

I had a lot of things I needed to get done this weekend, but instead I embraced a True Blood marathon. I blame the bike trainer. Saturday morning, after laboriously cleaning the upstairs portion of our condo (my portion … of which I’d really like to hire a maid for, but Mario, the only man on the face of this earth who seems to actually love cleaning, balks at the idea :() I put on my cycling shorts, stuck True Blood in the Blu Ray player, and started pedaling. When I finished, I hopped into the shower fully intending to get a move on with my errands of the day. But then, out of nowhere, the ass magnet in my couch, pulled me down and wouldn’t let me back up again. Five episodes of Season 2 later, I was dreaming vampires! SATURDAY’S TRAINER: 11 a.m. BG before: 4.6 (4 sugar […]

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Silver lining

Diabetes, Running, Training

Thirty four days. Thirty four hard, longing, obsessive, mood-swinging, shaky days. That’s how long I lasted. No chocolate for 34 days, but after the week I’ve had, the no-chocolate streak came to an end. And let me just say, that first bite was the most heavenly thing I’ve ever experienced. The chocolate oozed over my tongue, melted on my teeth, it’s nutty, raisin, cocoaness filled my senses. My eyes widened, my nose perked, my skin tingled, and my tongue, oh man did it taste. Heaven. One of the best, most delectable decisions I’ve made. Dear chocolate, I promise never to desert you again. Despite this week being a struggle almost from start to finish with blood sugar dramas and running injuries and work stresses, it hasn’t all been bad. In fact, there have been a few spectacular moments squeezed in there. On Saturday, my niece finally had her baby shower

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The butt chronicles

Running, Training

Monday could have been a bad day, it had all the elements of being a super rotten day. After a restless night of tossing and turning, I woke up and before even moving, knew the pain in my butt had not gone away. In fact, it had intensified. Mario and I had planned on going for a ride that morning, but after more than an hour of icing it, rolling on the foam roller, lying on a tennis ball, and having two hot baths, I made the executive decision that my butt needed a day off from all exercise. And I was miserable, completely miserable. But an afternoon of walking along the beach in Steveston and filling up on frutti di bosco and sour apple sorbetto, my mood was lifted. Yep, my husband knows the way to my heart 😀 Dreaming of sorbetto… You know who else knows the way

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