Monday, December 17, 2012

Mission, um . . . Possible?

In 61 days, I will be on my way to a tropical escape. Far from Michigan's cold, dreary February winter to spend a week with family. On a beach.  In a bathing suit. yikes.

So it's the perfect goal to turn my slightly, uh, "jolly" self into a slightly less jiggly version, right?

Sure, why not? We are smack in the middle of the season that is fraught with holiday parties, buffets, chocolates, cookies, and other delightful (de-fat-ful?) treats.

Then again, maybe it's the perfect time?  With my new goal of "exercise for 10 minutes every day" I have been able to work in working out for 80% of the last 45 days (And most of the days I do more than 10 minutes, anyway).  Plus, if I can persevere through this season - the other seasons should be a breeze! *cough*

So since I am a list girl, here are some of my benefits of exercise - especially now! 

Reasons to Exercise 

1.  Keep blood sugars lower/more level.
  (a)    Need less insulin.
(i)     Saves money! (yep, I am that frugally minded)
  (b)    Covers up any mathematical errors I make in counting carbs.
  (c)    Keep moods more even.
(i)     Less lethargic.
(ii)    Less moody (sugar, caffeine, chocolate, and roller-coaster blood sugars   
         also effect that).
(iii)    Encourage healthy trains of thought.       
(iv)    More mentally focused.
(d)   Less likely chance of enduring complicated complications.
(i)     Keep my vision.
(ii)    Keep my nerve endings.
(iii)   Keep my limbs and feet intact.
(iv)   Keep my organs pumping.
(v)    Live longer.  (Inasmuch as I can control!)
(vi)   Live better.
2.  Healthier cardio system.
3.  Make for a more fit body. (uh, yeah, I wouldn't mind looking good too!)

With visions of bathing suits dancing in my head, and a stronger self awaiting, here we go!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


I had been looking forward to the Thanksgiving weekend for a while.  Two days off work plus the weekend!?  Awesome.  A well-deserved break, in my eyes.

I have been working really hard and I was ready.  Plans were made.  Family dinners, hunting with the hubby, wistful dreams of Black Friday shopping, Christmas decorating, and special holiday eats.  You know, general "happy-holiday"ness.

I left work (at which I have been experiencing allergies for way more than a few weeks) with the phrase “I’m just looking forward to not sneezing all weekend”.  Famous. last. words.

Enter: plague.  Or at least a hefty man-cold.  Suddenly everything went from great plans to great nap.

Black Friday shopping? Nope, sleep.

Hunting? Nah, sleep.

Christmas Decorating?  Uh-uh. Sleep.

Family Dinners?   Well, I’d have to be dead to pass those up.

Enjoying holiday goodies?  No way.  Instead of inhaling treats, I 'enjoyed' saline rinses and facial steams.

The frustrating thing was that I really started to feel better after a solid sleep on Saturday night, but the glucose goblins showed up.  For no reason that I could humanly comprehend, my blood sugar went up, and it refused to come down, regardless of rage bolusing.  So all the headway (yes, pun intended) that I had made over three days, was undone in one afternoon.

My husband came into the kitchen Sunday night (after he had been out hunting) and found me - eyes-bloodshot, nose stuffed and cough thriving – faithfully making our favorite holiday treats.  

“We are celebraiding Chrisdbas wedder we wand to or nod, danggid.”

‘Tis the season for aloe infused tissue.