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I'm grateful to live in a part of the country where anything and everything I could possibly want is within a 5-mile radius. My husband and I have occasionally talked about moving out to the country, but then we quickly realize we wouldn't do well out there. Personally, I'm not what you'd call hearty folk. Besides, I couldn't imagine having to drive 30 minutes just to get to the supermarket. Let alone not living a stone's throw from a Whole Foods.
I do the majority of my grocery shopping at a regular supermarket, but a few times a month I make a special trip to Whole Foods. I love that they have ready-to-eat meals that don't wreak havoc on my blood sugar.
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One of the ways I break up my day is to frequently check in with my sisters at
Diabetic Mommy. This morning I posted a question on the message board that has gotten me thinking lately.
I wanted to know how much everyone spends on groceries on a weekly basis. For our family of five, I spend an average of $200 a week on food, toiletries and other incidentals. Basically, anything I can pick up at WalMart. Our budget, though, needs some tweaking and there are few things left to adjust besides our grocery bill.
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A recent post I put up, about trying to manage Olivia's blood sugars, generated a comment from someone about regulating carbs. I was initially kind of pissed off by the answer. I realized, after thinking about it for a couple of days, that I was more pissed off with myself than with the commenter.
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I took Olivia to the pediatrician on Monday, to go over the blood work. Everything came back fine. Perfect. So this stomach thing has all of us stumped now.
I have a referral to a gastroenterologist because the pediatrician doesn't know what's wrong with Olivia. Fantastic.
The celiac panel came back negative, which was nice, although I've since read on the CWD parents mailing list that kids can have celiac without having symptoms or a funky blood test. That makes no sense to me, but people are saying they eliminated gluten from their children's diets and the stomach issues went away. Something to ask about, I guess.
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When you see the check-mark-y swoosh, you think Nike, right? An apple gets you the computer company, golden arches make you think of cheesburgers, a peacock will have you thinking Must See TV, a red cross... you get the picture.
And when it comes to health there are several very recognizable symbols of support, perhaps the most popular is the pink ribbon for breast cancer. I was doing some research today on breast cancer and realized that the pink ribbon is quite possibly the only symbol synonymous with only one health condition. Even the red ribbon went from AIDS to a host of other causes.
You see a pink ribbon you instantly think breast cancer; you see a red, green or yellow ribbon and you have to do some thinking or asking. While many diabetes organizations and associations have their own symbols, there is not one that is universal for diabetes.
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I really don't like going to the doctor. The endocrinologist to be specific. Every time I go, I just seem to leave disappointed. Sometimes it's less disappointment than others. Sometimes I'm just so angry at myself and at this disease. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I get mad at the doctor (because OF COURSE, it's HIS fault I'm diabetic!). But mostly, the doctor just makes me feel alone in what I feel.
Today I had an endo appointment (if you didn't already guess). My last A1c was 6.9, my lowest ever. I was absolutely thrilled at that number, yet the perfectionist in me still wanted lower. And I honestly tried for lower (less in the last month or so though). But life got in the way.
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November 12th 2008 @ 11:42 am by
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My husband just switched jobs, which is always a headache when it comes to health insurance. If you are lucky enough to be allowed to start right away, with no waiting period, there's still that period of limbo when the old insurance has been cancelled (and man, they don't waste any time doing that) and when your new insurance is in the system.
Of course, Olivia needed insulin while we were in limbo. I went to CVS to pick it up and it was going to cost $335.99 for three bottles of insulin. Needless to say, we can't afford that.
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Whole grains are an important part of my diet. Lately, I've been shying away from wheat and corn. In addition to the havoc they play on my blood sugar, they make me feel kind of gross physically. I don't know why, but they seem to make my aging muscles ache a little more. When I don't eat wheat or corn, I feel a little better.
But that leaves me with very few traditional grains to choose from. Basically just brown rice. Or black rice. Or wild rice. Just rice. And really, how much rice can one person eat?
So, I've been experimenting with different whole grains. I tried a quinoa-rice blend I found at Whole Foods a few weeks ago, which was pretty yummy, but frankly still had rice in it. And I'd about hit the wall on rice.
I wanted to try to cook just plain quinoa, spiced up in any way I could concoct. In the "pour-your-own-grains" section, I found the empty quinoa bin. Dang popular grain.
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My son's baptism is this coming weekend and I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with the perfect menu. At first, I was thinking go easy, buy everything. Then I switched to the idea of save money, make it yourself. Now I've settled on buy some, make some.
What to make, and what to buy? I was going to buy a cake, then I thought it's a quick and easy bake, just pick up a mix and voila, its practically done for you. But then I realized the mixes probably have so many chemicals and preservatives in them, not to mention my arch rival white flour.
So I went online, hoping to find a mix at Whole Foods or Trader Joe's and instead I found a recipe for a natural yellow cake mix, and I had all the ingredients in the house.
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As Type 2 diabetics, we're often told that the best thing we can do for ourselves is lose weight. And that's undeniably true. But no one tells you ahead of time how weird that process can be.
Now, I write about my own weight struggle a lot, so perhaps it's time for me to own up to some actual numbers. I'm not an "alert the media" level fat guy. When I was diagnosed with diabetes almost two years ago, I went on a panic-and-phentermine-fuled weight loss frenzy, and I lost about thirty pounds. At 6'2", I got down to about 205 pounds. So not Jude Law, but not Jabba the Hutt, either.
This was quite a difference from the worst of my college days, when I weighed (and I can't believe this, even as I type it) about 280 pounds. I was a mess, a big sloppy boozy lummox. I'd managed to lose about thirty of those pounds before I was even diagnosed, because let's face it, Dean Wormer in
Animal House was right. "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
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