Cool Commercial

I am a basketball fan. It is really the only sport I enjoy watching on a regular basis. Living in Southern California all my life has made me a fan of the Lakers since I was a little kid. 

The other night I was watching some highlights of games on the NBA TV channel and this commerical came on.

Isn't that cool? I mean, are the teams all wearing little blue circle pins? No. Did they mention type 1 or type 2? No. Does dribbling diabetics make you thing about Diet Coke running down your face? I am probably alone on that one. 

But it made me happy to see the NBA and ADA working on something to raise awareness. Look, I am a type 1 but I understand the epidemic that is type 2 and frankly, the more visable we make this disease, the better. 

So go "Slam Dunk" those carbs and "Fast Break" on that A1C. 

There is a reason I am not in marketing.

You Tube Tuesday #218

This is neat.

That is all.

Enjoy.

The Diabetes Cupboard

Back at the old house I had a spot for all of my diabetes supplies. The diabetes cupboard. I was able to store all my infusion sets, reservoirs, sensors, strips, lancets, IV 3000, Tegaderm, IV Prep Pad, Alcohol wipes, spare machines, and whatever else my the diabetes hoarder in me could get his hands on.

When a new shipment of supplies would come in it would go immediately into the cupboard. At a quick glance I could see exactly what I running low on and what I had plenty of. It was great.

The problem is that I cannot find a spot in the new place that makes any sense for my diabetes cupboard. The kitchen doesn’t really have a spot and there is really no place in my bathroom either. I was thinking about buying a little two drawer cabinet to use in my bedroom but that seems silly.

Where do you keep your supplies? Do you have a cupboard or a box or what do you do? I am so sick of unpacking boxes that I cannot think straight.

Any ideas or help would be appreciated! 

In Need Of Rest

For the past 3 weeks we have been working on this big move and I am glad to report that as of last night, we are completely out of the old place.

My wife spent most of the day cleaning up as our son was at the new house battling a cold. When she took my son to his doctors appointment in the afternoon my daughter and I showed up to finish the job. 

When it was all said and done Gillian said, "You know what dad? I don't feel sad about leaving this house. Not like I did the last house. I am really excited about the new house."

I remembered back to when we moved in and how depressed I was that we had to move in the first place. This move is on our terms and it feels much better. I too am excited about it.

But today I hurt. A lot. My head is in a fog and my muscles ache. 

I realize that I have not rested in a long time. Every night I was packing, going through old stuff, shopping, getting ready for the yard sale, having the yard sale, packing some more, cleaning, and who knows what else! 

I need a break.

Almost more than physical rest, I am in need of some mental rest. My brain has been on 24/7 for weeks and I need to shut it down for a while.

With all the boxes all over my house and the disarray of it all doesn't help. It doesn't allow me to rest so I have to get it done before I can finally let it all go and chill. 

Maybe sometime in May? Ugh!

Coached

“Give George a hand! He is doing everything right, accept maybe knowing what to eat but I can’t do that either!”

The 4 nurses at the station all start applauding at my doctor’s announcement.

How’s that for a way to end your doctor’s appointment?

The start of my visit was confirmation of more weight loss. This time 11 pounds for a total of 18 since I started on the Victoza. My blood pressure is right where it is supposed to be and my bg’s are looking good.

“You’ve lost 18 lbs and got a year older! You’re the MAN!” When my doctor said that I cracked up. I guess normally those number go in the same direction so it made me feel good.

The plan now is to add exercise. In the Slimmons Gym (my garage) on the treadmill. 15 minutes of walking on day 1 then add a minute each day until I reach 30 minutes. At that point he wants me to slowly increase the speed but keep it to thirty minutes.

He knows I need baby steps and that I need a plan.

We talked about some things I am stressed about and he believes the exercise will help. I know it will, but I need to be told by my coach to do it.

I told him again that he is my coach and whatever he tells me to do I will do. I have, and I will continue to.

All and all I feel like I am in some very good hands. I have the best support system a Diabetic could ask for (The DOC) and am feeling the desire to take control of my health.

Things are starting to look up!