March 6, 2002 Of course, then it's a balancing act between what I can financially afford and what I can physically afford. I had popcorn, and I used only a little bit of butter. I can't eat popcorn without butter or oil, mostly because the little bit of fat slows the carb uptake and keeps my sugars more stable. I started to beat myself up about all the fats and then I realized that I have been putting in the exercise time and my sugars are fantastic right now, so a little fat last night, means a little more walking today, and nothing more. I managed to get out of buying the weights. It wasn't like I was trying to, but there was a Picasso ceramics exhibit that Mike's company was sponsoring, complete with kid art studio, snacks, wine, and band. We'd already planned that and then I had to get the babe in bed, while Mike took Bear to cubscouts. I only stretch so far. Wonder Mommy hung her cape up after bathing and dressing Genny. I had to briefly don it again, while I helped Genny dress her baby in the outfit of choice. (Genny and her dollies--that there's a novel, I tell ya.) I know there's other exercises without weights that I can do that will strengthen, but I know the weights will be a more direct route to fixing that flabby lower arm thang. Anyway, I think that I saw some kind of workout kit thing at Costco, so I'll be checking that out. If nothing else, this week, I'll do the strengthening exercises and then get the weights for next week. Today's *yay* thing was that I found myself an online exercise partner. She lives locally. I think it will be nice to have someone who doesn't blow me off on a regular basis and is as serious about getting healthy as I am. She and her husband are planning a baby, so she's whittling her body into shape for that. I love my neighbors, but Donna is always sick and her daugher, Mel, is often less than reliable. Tonight was no exception. We made plans to go to the pool and walk in the water (note, I no longer walk ON water, so had to get IN) and do weights together and when I got home, there was a message on the voice mail -- Mel bailed. I usually just go and do the exercise I'm planning and then if they happen to call, I go and exercise some more. I get my exercise regardless that way. Tonight, I had figured she'd bail. I don't know why, but I just kind of knew. I did my 20 minutes of weights, while pissing and moaning in my head. I'm not a wimp, but it was about as boring and stupid as I thought it would be. What hurts now is my hands from all the pushing in the water as I was walking for my 35 minutes. I hated the weights, but I get the loooooow sugars, baby. Gotta love them normal sugars I've had lately. I just am diggin' it. Maybe some of my icky skin stuff will actually heal this year. Wouldn't that be a miracle? You're probably thinking "icky skin stuff? Egads, do I want to know?" Basically, I've got a dry spot on my wrist that I've had for years now. I've got little cuts and zits that take for-freakin-ever to heal. I find that I get little odd cuts on my arms now and again and those take forever, too. I know that good sugars helps that along with the vein breakage thing. Little Miss Good Sugar. Sounds like I should be tight with Puff the Magic Dragon, doesn't it?
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