I think it’s gotten to the point that my body can actively inform me that I have skipped one-two-many gym sessions in a row. Sure, sleeping in occasionally is okay. It’s not ideal, but sometimes that extra 45 minutes makes a difference. But if I string together too many of those mornings things start to break down.
And insulin starts to have the same medical impact as saline. For example:
A couple of weeks ago I noticed a sign for ‘Noble CrossFit’ pop up near my local Safeway. I’ve seen a few tweets and posts here and there about it so I had an idea about what was involved superficially. Having never CrossFitted myself, I can’t speak to what is actually required physically or mentally to get through a single session, but from what I’ve read it sounds intense. I’m not sure if CrossFit is right for me, but I’m strongly considering it.
Yes, the Instagram filter ruined the ‘sunny day’ that this picture was taken in. The irony is not lost.
I should have taken a picture of my CGM to complement the walk. Alas, I didn’t. But consider this your public service announcement to get some Vitamin D and walk around your home/office when you can. The weather has been miserable in the Northern Virginia area for so long I forgot what ‘nice’ felt like.
I continue to be impressed and baffled at P90x’s contribution to my diabetes management. My new conclusion is this workout is so extreme, it broke my diabetes. I know I’m not cured, but things are going so well so far I almost have to make some kind of silly comment.
As I rebuild strength and slowly acquire something resembling flexibility and balance, I am learning more about what exercise is doing to my blood glucose. Thanks to the Dexcom I can see what an hour of shoulders and arms does.
No two days are alike, but every bit of info helps in the long run.
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Those of you keeping score at home know I’m a big fan of Diet Coke. I suppose we could share an honesty moment and simply call it a caffeine addiction, but let’s not get distracted. At times my fondness for Diet Coke has resulted in the echoing of a can of soda opening throughout the halls of work at 9:45 AM. It’s bad. Admittedly, I’m starting to feel a little guilty about having so much soda with my slightly revitalized exercise routine. Side Note: I seriously think my diabetes is broken. This working out stuff is doing wonders for my control right now. I hope it sticks.
On Monday Dayle and I started down the path of P90x. Given the nature of the real world, mornings are the only time where both of us could realistically establish a routine. So Monday morning we woke up at 6am and got cracking.
Now I know this is a 90…adventure. And I know real results won’t be visible for a few weeks. But if my Dexcom sensor is any indication, this stuff is already working.
New Years Eve was spent, in part, with my parents. Dayle and I had dinner with them in Reston and good times were had by all. I’m sure you’re wondering, “Where is the problem?” But the problem I speak of is not with dinner, New Years, or any of that. The problem I speak of is with me, myself and I. Admittedly I was reluctant to post this, but that’s often the nature with the most telling of blog posts. Okay, that’s not always true, but I need an increased level of accountability with this one.
Dear Christopher Snider:
Congratulations! You have been chosen in the lottery and are officially registered for the Credit Union Cherry Blossom Ten Mile Run on April 3, 2011. We are looking forward to a spectacular day in the Nation’s Capital.
Is all it took to find pieces of the beach that barely look touched. At least I managed to wake up early enough to get on my bike before the masses arrived.
Technically bikes are prohibited on the boardwalk after 10:00am, but even at 9:15 it feels like you’re in an evil video game trying to bob and weave between bikers not sharing the space, families trying to get primetime placement on the sand, runners, and families in those bikes things made for 4. What the heck are those things?
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Last week I finally got back on my bicycle after over a month of doing anything but riding. Thanks to a recently purchased odometer, I know that initial ride was barely 11 miles. Thanks to Chris being terribly out of shape, I know that my body was unbelievably sore and my endurance is not what it needs to be for a 20-mile ride this weekend. Should be fun times.