Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Spring Has Sprung For Exercise

You might say I'm excited about exercise these days.

That could very possibly be an understatement.

Not in many years have I had an exercise routine like I am currently embracing, one that I'm actually keeping up with for the most part. Perhaps it's a symptom of the seasonal stars realigning for Spring, or maybe a guilty response to the realization that I'm so totally out of shape -- and how the mirror keeps reminding me of this. Whatever the reason, I am more of an exercise fanatic than I can recall since my teen years!

Yes, this fitness inspiration is a relatively new phenomenon for me.

But don't think I haven't thought a lot about it before. I've made those symbolic vows every New Year's, dating back a decade, to "do better" and stay more fit. Back in high school, I played sports and competitively swam -- so being lean and in shape was just the norm. As it happens, life rolled on and my college years and adult life trajectory led me away from regular exercise.

When my wife and I adopted our Riley Dog about six years ago, that was a renewed push for daily walking. But it still only happened occasionally. And when I started here at the 'Mine a year ago and began working from home, there were some additional breaks scattered throughout the day that took me O-U-T-S-I-D-E to walk the dog. But, even then it wasn't a "regular thing."

Not until now. Maybe it's the weather, or I am just inspired by Frank Sinatra's verses that "Spring has Sprung" and I've got exercise "under my thumb."

For the past month, I've consistently walked the dog at least once a day -- missing only a handful of days because of poor weather or just not being able to sneak away. Honestly, it just helps you feel better to be outside moving around. But more than that, I have put on some pounds in the stomach recently that I'd like to lose. And feeling so out of shape just isn't a comfortable feeling...

So I've put on my walking shoes to take Riley for a stroll day after day. At least around the block for about 15 minutes, but often more around the larger perimeter of our neighborhood or even into the nearby downtown area. We have also taken her out a few times to the nearby city park, enjoying the community and taking advantage of the citywide trail system.

Just this past weekend, we took Riley to the annual Indianapolis Mutt Strut (our 4th time attending) around the two-and-a-half mile Motor Speedway, where the Indy 500 race happens. We didn't participate last year, so it was great to be back involved in this fast-paced group walk again and get some nice exercise outside with a bunch of fellow dog enthusiasts. Of course, that longer-than-usual walk led to not only a 54 mg/dL glucose level immediately after, but it also gave me a whopping blister on my right heel. So, my walking-routine may be off for a few days... darn!

But in general, my walks aren't fast-paced or intense, so I'm not breaking much of a sweat and certainly not causing blisters. Oh, and I am definitely not seeing my blood sugars dropping in any extreme way.

That's where my new biking routine comes in. I'm excited to have finally filled up my oft-deflated bike tires (after years of vowing to do this), and be pushing myself to get more intense #sweatbetes sessions into my routine. Surprisingly I haven't had any low blood sugars that have stopped me from exercising. And they say you're not supposed to exercise if you're blood sugar is above 250 mg/dL -- but that hasn't stopped me, either. Yes, I've exercised when running high. I am not in the practice of chasing my numbers and expecting any immediate dip as a result of exercise. That's not what this is all about, although it may eventually have that effect anyhow. This whole routine is about getting outside, feeling better and just getting myself into better shape. Not to tame my diabetes per se.

Still, there is a "super-charging" effect I have noticed hours after a longer and intense ride. My friend and fellow D-Peep Scott Johnson has written about this before, and I echo exactly what he's observed: that it seems the exercise keeps the insulin's effect cranking hours after I've finished the activity, and drops me down lower than usual.

At this point, I've not weaved my exercise into my blood sugar and diabetes data logging. But that's a recommendation that other type 1 exercisers often give, to take notes so that you know what impact the routine's having on your body but also to just keep track. This is something I'm going to start doing -- a new resolution! Do I have a goal? Not specifically... just to maintain the routine, get in better shape, and to have fun with whatever the exercise activity may be.

So far, walking and biking are the two main activities in my newfound zeal for exercise. I have mulled over getting back into the habit of frequenting the local city pool, as back in my teen years I was a decent swimmer for four years on the school team. But my ability to swim has all but faded away since then, and right now I can't get past the fear that I would probably sink like a stone if I tried to set foot in the water. So maybe not, at least not yet. I'm also thinking about hitting the gym at some point, maybe a couple of times a week, to bring all of this into my life even more.

All of that is to be determined, though, and for now I think it's important to simply keep up the enthusiasm for the activities I'm already committed to.

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This post written by Mike Hoskins originally published at DiabetesMine on April 30,  2013

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut...or Cheese

You are a cashew and I'm a pecan, but despite our differences we are both nuts in this crazy world...

When someone calls the cashew a pecan, you don't go about changing the name of the nut. That's just stupid.

Let's just be reasonable, and not get all nutty about this...

On 2nd thought, maybe I am up for a name change.

I'm going to start referring to my diabetes as "Cheese"...

That way, maybe I'll come to like my chronic condition a little more.

And, it will go better with wine.

That's all I have to say about that. For now...

Friday, April 12, 2013

Blurry Lines in the Sand

I’m standing on a beach.

My eyes look to the path ahead, a blanket of sand stretching out endlessly on uneven sandy terrain.

Moving forward is a must, but what I’m walking toward isn’t clear.

A horizon filled with water and sky sparkles like a mirage on the canvas way far away, calling for me to walk toward it. Despite my knowing I’ll never reach that point.

No clear distinction between them. Sky and water overlap, weave together like abstract art and colored with majestic hues of red, orange, yellow, blue, and pink. Where one ends, the other meets – but the eyes, the mind, can’t tell the difference.

Those two worlds collide, even though they’re part of the same picturesque horizon scene.

Maybe it's all in my mind, a mirage after all. Still, it seems like I should walk on.

But just as uncertain is the path ahead.

There’s a line in the sand, but it isn’t straight.

My steps may zig and zag on the undetermined route forward, marked by high and low points that will both be a part of my journey. One step may be here, the other there. Even as I move ahead.

A breeze blows, so even seeing where that line is drawn isn’t easy.

Blurs in the sand, my steps uneven, as I walk to a world collided. From a merger of worlds merged together in the sand.

Even more, I've only got one sandel to wear. Sandel wearing and barefoot, both define me.

Where do I step? Does it matter? Is one foothold the same as another? Does my journey’s end depend on every step? What do people think if I'm barefoot in a spot that is better suited for a sandel step?
Really, am I the same guy walking ahead no matter how I choose to step forward? Am I defined by my choices to step to the left or the right, with this foot or that, even if I must hop between feet and across the line to keep my footing?

Whether I'm professionally a beach walker or personally a vacation stroller shouldn't matter. Sometimes, I don't think it does. Other times it matters. But not everyone sees a distinction, just like I can't see the line or horizon before me. 

Sometimes, I want to stop walking, because those blurry lines make me not want to put either foot forward.

Maybe this beach isn’t the vacation spot I thought it would be.

And these people around me aren't on vacation with me, but are holding me back.

Then again...

It could all just be in my mind, a mirage itself, and there is no line and the beach is flat and it's a simple walk to the ocean nearby.