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A funny thing happened this week. I turned forty.
Okay, perhaps it wasn't so funny.
The morning of my birthday, I took a long moment in front of my bathroom mirror. My apartment complex management was kind enough to replace the subtle lighting over the mirror that we'd had for two years with new, direct lights that look fancy but which might be more appropriate for an interrogation than the gentle transition from being asleep to facing the reality of my new life as a forty-something. Looking in the mirror, I swear I could hear the faint creaking sound of my bones as they calcified. (READ MORE)

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A funny thing happened this week. I turned forty.
Okay, perhaps it wasn't so funny.
The morning of my birthday, I took a long moment in front of my bathroom mirror. My apartment complex management was kind enough to replace the subtle lighting over the mirror that we'd had for two years with new, direct lights that look fancy but which might be more appropriate for an interrogation than the gentle transition from being asleep to facing the reality of my new life as a forty-something. Looking in the mirror, I swear I could hear the faint creaking sound of my bones as they calcified. (READ MORE)

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Listen, people! The FDL (Fantasy Diabetes League) is for real! Sure, it had some trouble finding its footing in the early days of this inaugural season, but I assure you, one lucky winner will walk away with a $10 Starbucks gift card and better yet, an original drawing by Charlie of a giant squid urinating on a scuba diver. Throw a frame on it and it's perfect for the guest bathroom or the baby's nursery.
The gist is simple. Receive absurd comments related to diabetes and earn points. For more on the rules of The FDL, click here. (READ MORE)

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Charlie got happy on Saturday. Happy to the tune of 520 mg/dl.

For several reasons, if we have something fun planned for the kids, we don't divulge the news until the very last moment. This is because A. – it's really annoying to hear "is it time to go yet?" over and over again for weeks because they can't comprehend the concept of time or understand the complexities of calendars,  B. – we don't want them to be disappointed if for some reason we can't go, and 3. – it's really annoying to hear "is it time to go yet" over and over again for weeks.

When we went to Disney, we kept that secret for months. They found out we were going to Disney about three hours before our flight to Orlando was to depart.

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I noticed a major change in my habits this weekend. I found that I can actually survive going out to eat without overdoing it. It was huge accomplishment for me since I am a big eater.
My mother was in town for her sister's big 60th birthday party so we decided to go out to dinner on Friday night. My mom picked a great little restaurant not too far from our home that has some of the best barbecue around. You know those places that when you just mention the name, your stomach rumbles in excitement? It is one of those places. (READ MORE)

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"This," I said to my mom while pointing to the table full of mid-afternoon party food, "is exactly the kind of situation where I would really benefit from having a pump."
We were in my brother's dining room at his daughter's first-birthday party. The spread included crackers with an amazing cream cheese and pesto dip, mini chicken salad croissant sandwiches, fresh fruit, potato chips and dip and fresh veggies. To the untrained eye, there wasn't much that I should have stayed away from, but in reality there was just about nothing that didn't require insulin.
Mom looked a little confused. "But you'd still have to count carbs," she said.
"Well, yeah, of course," I said. "But that's not really the reason the pump would be so beneficial. I could eat and not have to excuse myself to take a shot."
She nodded in understanding. (READ MORE)

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"This," I said to my mom while pointing to the table full of mid-afternoon party food, "is exactly the kind of situation where I would really benefit from having a pump."
We were in my brother's dining room at his daughter's first-birthday party. The spread included crackers with an amazing cream cheese and pesto dip, mini chicken salad croissant sandwiches, fresh fruit, potato chips and dip and fresh veggies. To the untrained eye, there wasn't much that I should have stayed away from, but in reality there was just about nothing that didn't require insulin.
Mom looked a little confused. "But you'd still have to count carbs," she said.
"Well, yeah, of course," I said. "But that's not really the reason the pump would be so beneficial. I could eat and not have to excuse myself to take a shot."
She nodded in understanding. (READ MORE)

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I wish a pizza party could be just that. A party with pizza. For a parent of a child with diabetes, it's no party at all. It's a highly strategic military operation.
Charlie went to a birthday party on Sunday where the kids made their own pizza. I would have preferred a make-your-own grilled halibut with asparagus party. But it was not to be. (READ MORE)

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Why can't diabetes give me some room to get some things done this season? I swear, I have had more "diabetes in the way" moments lately which is driving me nuts!
So there I was, cruising through the local Target store looking for some gifts for a gift exchange party we were invited too. I could not decide on a fun gift like a board game or go with the décor type like a cool candle or something. Now keep in mind I was power walking through the store because all I want to do is get my gift and get the heck out. I like most guys am not a shopper at all. Frankly, I hate shopping.
As I am standing in an aisle staring at the wall o' board games a sudden feeling of hunger hits me. It was more like famine. Let's just say that I almost tore open the Ice Cream Cone puzzle and started eating pieces. Then the sweating started. Great, a Christmas Shopping low. (READ MORE)

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