March 5, 2002 I'm anything but a rah-rah cheerleader-type on fitness. I drag my butt grudgingly out of bed on a daily basis, whine about the aqua aerobics instructor, bitch to myself about my aches and pains, but I am scared. Particularly, I've been scared lately about my weird vein damage stuff from my diabetes. My last HBa1c test was up from where it had hovered between 5.8-6.1 to 6.3. I know that's not a bad test score, but I am aiming for normal. I'm only 38 and if I can keep normal test scores, then I have a chance of living to see my kids grow up. I also have a chance of never having to inject insulin except if I have to go on prednisone for my asthma. And I admit it. Since I've been doing the Idita-walk, I feel fantastic. This morning, I had to jog down the street to catch up with Russell and I wasn't out of breath and it didn't hurt. Now, I'll grant you that last week I missed a few days with the bronchitis, but I had extra time built up from the previous few weeks. I also walked for 45 minutes on Sunday and then yesterday I went to aqua aerobics and did the shallow end aerobics, which consisted of walking through the water for an hour. The Self Challenge has four components: Nutrition, cardio, strength, and flexibility. The nutrition I do well on all by myself. As part of this, I'm going to be posting my sugars again. I usually only take them at night and in the morning, so that's what I'll post. I'll also be posting my food for the day. I'll do this at the end of my entries, so folks who want to skip over that stuff, can do so.
There are four components to this challenge and correspondingly, I have four goals: First, I want to be able to get off my diabetic medication, actos. Second, I want to have normal blood sugars on a regular basis by losing weight and exercising. Third, I want to be able to comfortably participate in activities with my two kids. Fourth, I want to prevent the complications of diabetes because I do not want to die slowly in front of my family. The only thing I'm really bitching to myself about is the strength training. I hate weightlifting. I think it's stupid and yucky and boring as hell. I'll do it because I said I would. I might even grow to like it, but I wouldn't count on it. Right now it's only 20 minutes twice a week. I can do that during lunches a couple times a week. And you can bet I'll be groaning and moaning the whole stinking time. Bitching and moaning should add to my fat burn, so it's a start. Mind you it's not that I am not able to do strength training. I am strong as an ox. I just think that pumping iron is stupid. Never mind the juvenile snickering that overtakes me when I say or think "pumping iron." I immediately have pictures of my Polish bodybuilding ex-boyfriend and then start thinking of hand jobs. A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste. I just walked my 40 minutes this morning, so my cardio for today is done. I'm going to have to go buy barbells to do the strength training crap, and oh, baby, I'm soooo looking forward to that. The normal blood sugars will make it all worthwhile.
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