I’m really craving Cheerios right now, I wonder why…
Did I eat subway today? YUP. That means a
lost eliminated more weight! Yay!
And I reached a goal today; to eliminate 5% of my body weight. And I did it! Another Yay! I’m still not under two hundred though, but I’m really close to it. Next week will be the moment, I know it.
Something else happened today; as I was at my meeting, I was talking to my coach and she offered me a part time job with them! Granted, I’ll just be at the reception, but it’s really cool to have been offered that. Twice a week, a little bit of money in our pockets to be able to pay some of our debts, I was really happy that -she- approached -me- for that job.
Other than that, I’ve started a new vlog channel!
So here’s my first video, which is a pre-pilot. Is that a thing? Can it be a thing?
Oh wednesdays. You come so quickly. It’s like I have one weight-in and, no workouts later, you’re there again. Despite not working out (much… I mean I did, but not as good as I should’ve) and my blood sugar acting up because it’s that time of the month again (curse you hormones!) I still managed to eliminate close to 2 pounds. 1.8, to be exact. So wait a minute… I’m less than two pounds away from being in ONEderland. Under 200 lbs. I have not been under two hundred pounds since I was pregnant with my son. Next week, I will reach my 5% gone. 5% of bad ‘me’, gone!
Oh, I am celebrating by eating a Subway sandwich, of course!
So, more weight, gone. Not lost, gone.
As I was listening to my coach today, she was explaining that most of our achievements, we do because we trust we can do them. It’s all a matter of perception. There’s a reason we tell ourselves “I can do this” and then achieve what we wanted. We tell our brain that we can. We program it to surpass our expectations.
When we say “I’ve lost 10 pounds”, it’s as if we tell ourselves, our brains, “I’ve lost my car keys”. We (our brain/subconscious) think constantly “So where did I put them? Where did I leave them last?” and we eventually see it. We wake up in the middle of the night going “ah-HA! I can almost touch them, I know where they are.” because our brain is constantly looking for that answer. So if we tell ourselves “I’ve lost 10 pounds”, will our subconscious look for them? Will we re-gain them? Because we didn’t eliminate them, we lost them.
I once was lost, but now I’m found. Back with the 10 pounds I was looking for.
Does that make sense? Do you think it’s something you could use in your daily vocabulary? To “eliminate”?
In 2013, I want to be healthy.
In 2013, I will be healthy.
See what I did there? Perception. Programming our brains to think differently. Positively. As if we’ve already won.
It’s interesting, so I’ve decided to implement this as of today. But here’s the thing. I’m stepping it up with saying “In 2013, I am a better mom.“
To be a better mom, I need to make sure my son eats healthily. I need to make sure he moves a lot. I need to make sure I share with him every little thing. I need to make sure he knows I’m the best mom I can be. This also means I’ve got to stay on track with diabetes. Manage it well. Make my nurse/endocrinologist proud. Live longer.
No being lazy. More playtime. Sure, a little fast food doesn’t hurt (Unless you’re exceptionally strict on yourself) so the occasional McD’s will be on the menu, but not more than once a month.
Make sure he is happy, healthy, properly disciplined, etc. That means more work for me, but will be so worth it.
So. In 2013, I am a better mom.
What are you, in 2013?
When I was younger, if I’d have a great report card, my mother would get me the shirt I’ve been wanting, or the video game that just came out. Sometimes, she would even take me, alone, to the restaurant and it would be our night out, just the two of us. When I would help her around the house a few weeks in a row, she would reward me by taking me out to the movies or another night out to the restaurant. This was our treat. This was my reward for being productive or for achieving great things.
5 years ago, my mother passed away and I’ve made a discovery very recently (actually about a few hours ago) while I was listening to my weight loss coach. She was talking about rewards. “How do you reward yourself?” she asked, and I kind of shrugged, not really knowing the answer.
“Reward for what?” is all I could answer back.
She kind of smiled and I started to realize where she was going with that. “You’ve kept the house clean longer than you should’ve. You’ve worked out six times last week instead of three or four. You’ve surpassed yourself in something. How do you celebrate this? How do you reward yourself?” and I already knew the answer.
“Sweets. Chips. Something that tastes good.”
And it’s true. If I would step inside a supermarket and see something I shouldn’t be eating during this weight loss, like a peanut butter chocolate cup (Or Reese’s Pieces) or even chips I haven’t had in a while… If they are on special, I’ll think back; “Do I deserve this? Of course I do! This week I was awesome with this and that so I deserve it.”
So in order to reward myself because of something I’ve done, I’ll sabotage it right back by eating something I ‘enjoy’. Chocolate. Chips. Skittles. Ice cream from Cold Stone. High calories intakes, all the time, every time. The biggest thing would be to go to Boston Pizza and think that I ‘deserve’ the food because I’ve been great at something.
I have not learned how to reward myself properly because I let my mother do it for me.
It’s as simple as that. And so, starting today, I’ve decided that in order to reward myself, I need to put goals. When these goals are reached, I will indeed reward myself. It can be food, but healthy one. It can be things for around the house, but not expensive, and nothing useless.
Something that will make me happy and will leave me feeling happy after I obtained it. Fast food usually has a tendency to make me feel bad after I eat it and then I step back and wonder “Did I really need this?”. So, as of right now, I am setting goals for myself.
Goal # 1 : At every weight loss every week (so, on wednesdays); I get to eat a low fat Subway sandwich. They are delicious and healthy. No side orders, just the sandwich. And believe me, it’s a treat for me! I absolutely love them.
Goal #2 : when I reach my 5% weight loss for my goal; I will get myself a nice material from Fabricville to make a pretty tablecloth.
Goal #3: When I lose 20 lbs from my weight loss start; (Well, I’m not sure yet).
I’ll have to make a goal list and write down things I want to do when I reach those goals.
Oh. As for today’s weight-in? I’ve lost 3.6lbs. I am 2.6lbs away from my 5% weight loss.
I think I can lose that in one week, what do you think?
And how will you reward yourself today?
You know what I’ve been waiting to do but haven’t yet? A Vlog. About weight loss. I’m sure It’d be much more motivational to me; it would help me cope with my goals a little better. Like the kick in the butt you sometimes need to achieve your goals. The only problem is… Well, there is no problem. The problem is me. I have the proper camera, I have the right equipment to do it and, hell, I have plenty of imagination to give. But, like most things in the past, I keep pushing it to ‘tomorrow’.
“I should vacuum the house. Bah, tomorrow.”
“I should make that recipe! Meh, tomorrow…”
It’s really annoying. Why is it that for some things I have enough motivation for hundreds and when it comes to other productive things, it scales right back down to zero? It’s something I have to figure out and it most definitely is something I need to change. Starting yesterday.
So, weight loss wise, I know I could do better. But the more I lose, the less insulin I need, and so the more hypoglycemias I have. What do I do when that happens? Drink juice. 100 calories a pop plus a few almonds. Going straight back to my thighs. I know I shouldn’t let these things get to me because I’ve lost some weight so far, but still, it’s frustrating. Do all that work for what seems like nothing. Spend calories, drink ’em right back. Stupid pancreas! Why did you have to die! It’s making fat girls like me struggle even more and be discouraged much more easily.
Okay. Plan B. Stop being discouraged. You can do this. Your weight loss coach told you; five pounds in a month is a good thirty in just half a year. Which is true, when seen that way, but still frustrating when you see people next to you drop double what you did in the same amount of time.
Okay. Plan C. Stop being discouraged and stay positive.
Or maybe plan D. Stop being discouraged, stay positive, and never give up.
There’s the whole alphabet to go, afterall.
I rarely lie. Very rarely. The reason is simple; I’m a lousy liar and get trampled in the lies. I like being truthful anyways; it’s less trouble and I feel much better about myself. I do lie on occasion though, random little white lies everyone makes. “Hey, how are you doing?” to which I would reply “I’m fine!” when I’m not. You know, the usual little white lies we so often do on a regular basis. Just so we don’t annoy anyone or don’t hurt their feelings. So why did I lie to my weight loss coach? I had to ask myself that question for a while before I found the right answer.
No one wants to feel shame. No one wants to accept that we fail and everyone wants to give proper explanation to everyone to justify the way they look, talk, eat, etc… And why do we? Is society that bad that we want to protect our image to the point of resembling the “normal” standards? Let me explain…
I’ve been starting this weight loss journey (Lost 2 lbs so far… Definitely not a big loss, but it’s a loss!) to be healthy, to stay alive, to be there for my son. I hate the way I look, so of course that’s another reason. As I was talking with my coach, she wanted explanations regarding my type 1 diabetes. She knew what type 2 was but had never met someone with type 1. Granted, type 1 diabetics only represent about 5% of all diabetics. It’s a much different disease and it’s hard to make people understand. It should be carrying a whole different name as it is. And through all these years, I’ve had to constantly explain to people what Type 1 diabetes was; show them that it’s not at all like type 2s, and that before it being called type 1 diabetes, it was called (And still is to this day) juvenile diabetes because most diabetics would be diagnosed under the age of 10. So then, why did I become diabetic at age 24? Type 1 diabetes is an auto-immune disease and it attacks the beta cells in your pancreas, destroying them and taking away your ability to produce insulin. Simple as that. But not so simple when you don’t know the disease and really not simple when people question your age and the disease.
So, I lied. I didn’t want to explain how it got there, why it chose me, give statistics and whatnot, but most of all, I didn’t want to battle and explain that it wasn’t because I’m fat. Most type 2 diabetics become diabetics because of an unhealthy lifestyle and most will be overweight on diagnosis. I lied because I didn’t want to explain the fact that even though I’m overweight, it wasn’t the cause of my disease. When I was diagnosed, I wasn’t overweight to start with. But that’s, again, more explanations on explanations and I’m just tired of having to explain all the time. So instead I chose to lie. I told her I had been diabetic since the age of 4. By saying that, I skipped the whole questionnaire process and simply had to explain the way my insulin pump worked. And I felt so bad. And I still do.
Why do we lie? To save time? To validate the way we feel and look? It makes no sense to me. But one thing I know is that whenever I lie, even if the lie is so tiny it wouldn’t hurt anyone, I feel horrible for days. A good quality, but also a bad one, as remorse is amplified ten times worth.
Do you lie to justify the way you look? Do you lie to save explaining things?
I have. And it’s bugging the creeps out of me.
Huh. Where do I start?
Well, I should start by thanking Moments of Wonderful for voting this blog post “Best Post by a Type 1” for the year 2012! It’s really nice to know that people are reading your words and acknowledging them for what they are and taking the time to stop and read them, in the first place. What comes through from the heart is what I think is most popular, for any kind of blog. True words will always reach your readers; that’s one thing I learned. So thank you, for reading me. Even though I have put this blog on the shelf for a bit and let it gather dust, now’s the time for me to stay focused, once again. But this time, permanently. No more shrugging, no more excuses.
I’ve had a little health scare before the holidays and it made me realize that I’ve put aside my well being much too often for different reasons. It’s time I take action. It’s time I stay committed, that I make this change for not only me, but my son, my husband, my family. I need this. I want it. Very badly.
I’ll soon have Vlogs that I will add to my posts. Sometimes, a video can reach your audience better than words, too.
So you must’ve guessed that I have not lost the weight I wanted to lose last year. I actually regained most of it. Urgh. Talk about a let downer. Again, I’m not going to make excuses. Despite the time I have to spend in front of the computer, despite my cravings, the binging… I could have done something much better about it. But I didn’t. And yes, I do regret it, but now’s not the time to dwell on negative things. I need to look forward. To see myself where the goal is. To enjoy every little victories and every little failures as well. Never to dwell on those, though.
Starting tomorrow, there will be a new me.
Regular activities, several glucose tests per day, better monitoring of my diabetes, better lifestyle, a whole lot of changes.
And I will stick to it.
Yesterday I got an amazing e-mail from Weber Shandwick, on behalf of the global Sanofi Diabetes division’s team for the iBGStar meter! And guess what? They liked the review I’ve done and want to show snippets from it during this year’s European diabetes congress by Sanofi!
I’m so very excited and deeply honored that they even saw my video to start with, let alone liked it! I’ll keep you updated on more things to come with my future projects concerning diabetes stuff!
OH dear gods.
Hi! It’s me again! I’m… Back! Somehow! It’s been one crazy ride through the gaming community on my part.
All this started with me starting a blog about a game I really love, Guild Wars 2. It’s actually a fan site and, after ArenaNet promoted it on their Facebook page, it boomed. I got really busy managing this community and, well, I was in the process of moving, too! So, creating a new community, moving to a new city, packing, unpacking, then new plans about Chronicles of Tyria (The community) with a brand new podcast, contests, holy gee I’m extremely busy. Being with Aaden, alone at home (My husband got another contract in another province!) I’m managing a community, a podcast, a toddler, a house and, most importantly, diabetes.
How hard is it to manage diabetes when you’ve got crazy events going on? Well, I’m really not good at it, to be honest. I need to setup a routine. I need to start working out again. (Oh yeah, don’t get me started on my weight loss journey, because that went down the Drain!) Good news is; Aaden is starting daycare at the end of August. So I’ll be able to work during the day on the community (Right now I ‘work’ until 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning and during Aaden’s naps) and I’ll get some more sleep.
The upside of working so hard is that the community is blooming. We’ve hit more than 80 subscribers in 2 weeks for our podcast, more than 2.5k views! Super stoked about it!
Downside; I’m not testing my BG as often as I could. Sometimes I end up having hypos during the podcast recordings, so I have to set my mic on mute and drink a juice box. Not the best diabetes management. Sometimes I test before meals and I’m at 15. What was that about? Oh, right… I didn’t test before breakfast because I was answering emails, keeping up with Facebook and twitter, scheduling meet ups… And the list goes on.
Also, I’d like to point out something to people who say that “Being a stay at home mom give you all the time in the world to do everything you need to do”.
Having a baby/toddler/kid at home is like being at work. But work lasts around, oh, ALL DAY, you get no break and you have to cook meals for your boss on top of it. It’s all fun and games when we go to the park, when we cuddle after we played for a while, but you’re always busy non the less. You pick up toys; constantly. You do groceries but really, you have to hurry up so you can get home before lunch, prepare lunch, undo bags, feed your kid, put him to bed for his nap and then, you get to sit down for about 15 minutes. Afterwhich you need to do the dishes, clean whatever mess you left in the kitchen and all the food your son threw on the ground because it looked like the best thing to do at the time… And then, you prepare things for diner and work a little if you can.
I’m not sure I want to list all the things you need to do, but having to manage diabetes on TOP of it all, I find extremely difficult. Sometimes I don’t test before bed anymore. I’m so extremely tired that I flop in bed, sometimes still dressed, just to get up in the morning and since, lather, repeat.
Here’s a little look see at my very bad diabetes management. Don’t be scared!
When I went to see my endo last april… She said my control was excellent. I wonder how disappointed she would be right now.
And somehow, I wish more people would understand what it feels like to live with diabetes. Maybe they would give me a break sometimes!
I will be updating my blog more often, that’s for sure. I won’t be rambling much on the community, but more about diabetes and about being a mom, you know, things I used to be blogging about Haha!
Let’s end our week on a high note and blog about our “Diabetes Hero”. It can be anyone you’d like to recognize or admire, someone you know personally or not, someone with diabetes or maybe a Type 3. It might be a fabulous endo or CDE. It could be a d-celebrity or role-model. It could be another DOC member. It’s up to you – who is your Diabetes Hero??
Arg, late on the Bandwagon. Can’t blame me! Yesterday was a -gorgeous- day and I took advantage of it by going outside with my son. Something we both needed. The sun, nice breeze, a walk and later in the afternoon, a caramel sunday. Hmmmm! Deliciousness.
So, for the last blog subject; Your Diabetes Hero.
While there are tons of great artists out there that are type 1 diabetics, endos included, my diabetes hero is not diabetic. She actually isn’t from this world anymore, either.
My D-Hero is my mother.
When I was diagnosed, to her, it was like loosing a child once again. My sister had passed away at the age of 13 back in 1999 from a stupid roller-blading accident. (Everyone should wear a helmet! It’s VERY important!) And while I kept saying “It’s okay! I’m alive!” at the hospital, she couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her daughter was sick, permanently sick, and it was another thing that could potentially take her only daughter left away. I stayed at the hospital for a whole week, they tried to bring my BG down quickly, my eyes were failing, I knew nothing about the disease and had to go to classes, too. She visited me at the hospital every single day. The first two nights, she had skipped work and stayed with me. She went to classes with me, to understand what was wrong with me and how to ‘treat’ it and she patiently waited outside my room while they would fill jars of blood for tests.
It’s when we got home that my mother became my d-hero.
The things my mother did… Just to keep me safe. Her first grocery shopping trip was 3 hours long. I didn’t go with her, but I knew what was going on; she was checking every side of boxes, bottles, cartons, to count the carbs. The lowest it was, the better. She was buying ‘food I could eat’ without having to inject a ton of insulin. She got recipes books with low sugar and proceeded to cook and bake on the same day.
Every single day, my mother had a new recipe to show me. She was focused on keeping me alive as long she could. And for months she took care of me like I was a porcelain doll. She was even teaching her customers how many carbs were in their plates! (She was a waitress).
She did this right up until she was too weak to.
My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer in 2007 and passed away in March 2008.
But she was, and still is, my diabetes hero.