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I know several people who participate in fantasy football leagues. I just never got into that sort of thing. I really have no interest investing so much time and energy into football. For those of you not familiar with fantasy football, points are earned based on how well one's fantasy team players perform each week. It's a pretty big deal for some. Participants draft players, trade players, decide which players to start and which to bench and they even act as legal representation when their players get in trouble for injecting illegal substances, abusing their wives and/or organizing dog fighting rings.
But I really do like a little competition. I certainly invest plenty of time and energy into diabetes and my knowledge of the disease is fairly good. What if we had our very own fantasy league? A fantasy league for diabetes. Well, look no further.
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I know several people who participate in fantasy football leagues. I just never got into that sort of thing. I really have no interest investing so much time and energy into football. For those of you not familiar with fantasy football, points are earned based on how well one's fantasy team players perform each week. It's a pretty big deal for some. Participants draft players, trade players, decide which players to start and which to bench and they even act as legal representation when their players get in trouble for injecting illegal substances, abusing their wives and/or organizing dog fighting rings.
But I really do like a little competition. I certainly invest plenty of time and energy into diabetes and my knowledge of the disease is fairly good. What if we had our very own fantasy league? A fantasy league for diabetes. Well, look no further.
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Olivia hasn't had too many problems with her teachers over the years. Most have been very accepting of her diabetes and the care she needs to take with it while she's in class. I have a packet of stuff I give to all of her teachers at the beginning of each year and thus far, that seems to be sufficient.
This year, though, she got switched a couple of weeks into the school year. She got a new English teacher and I just assumed that the old one would pass along the diabetes info. Wrong.
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Congratulations to Mark G. for winning the first-ever 2007/2008
Fantasy Diabetes League. Mark won with a staggering score of 46 points for enduring a down-right spattering of ridiculous comments related to his daughter's diabetes.
In his own words, following his wife's trepidation in ratting out the numerous offenders of diabetes etiquette (that seem to be growing on trees in Texas), Mark says:
"Damn her social graces, the FDL won't win itself."
We at the FDL applaud Mark's competitive spirit.
What makes Mark's victory even more impressive is that he's been in the diabetes game for only about six months. As a mere rookie, he and his family have amassed more diabetes drivel than most would in a lifetime. Well done!
The final standings are as follows:
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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.
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Being sick sucks. Right now my body aches, my head hurts, my ears feel like they have plugs in them, and I feel out of it. The good news though is my sugars aren't out of whack,.which really is the only thing I would be concerned about. Actually, with this new outlook I've been having, my sugars have been fantabulous. It's the funniest, yet most simple and ridiculous, concept with this disease. Ready for it? Here it is,..watch what you eat. Isn't that crazy?! I know it sounds bizarre, but it's true.
And yeah I realize life happens and with it all comes things that affect our sugar. Stress, joy, sadness, adrenaline, and the list goes on and on, you name it,
But really, if you somewhat obsess over what it is you put into your body then you can control your sugars. Yeah, it might mean that you have no life and that all you do is sit at home and watch movies or play on the computer, but you really CAN control your sugars.
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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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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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When I go grocery shopping, I rarely buy junk food. If there's a big game (Yeah, sorry about last night, all you Rockies fans. Sort of sorry anyway. OK, not really sorry at all....), I might buy a bag of chips. Once in a great while, I'll buy brownie mix or I'll make cookies. It's not a regular occurrence around here, however, mainly because we don't have the money in our grocery budget to buy crap like that and also because, well, it's crap. Of little or no nutritional value.
One of the main reasons, though, is because Olivia will just eat it all up. A pan of brownies will be gone in a day. A bag of Doritos? Two sittings. It's ridiculous.
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I could never be a beauty queen. Aside from the fact that I think beauty pageants are ridiculous, I have this horrible flab on my arms that would prevent me from giving that trademark Miss America wave; I'd wind up slapping myself in the face with my arm flab!
It's not a part of my body I enjoy. I've always tried to cover my arms up partly because I don't like how big they are. While I don't envision wearing sleeveless shirts anytime soon, I have decided that a little weight training, in addition to my morning walk, might do my arms some good.
I suppose I was slightly inspired to start this based on a thread at Diabetic Mommy (www.diabeticmommy.com) where someone asked about the different affects of cardio and weight training on blood sugar. From what I read, it seemed like weight training caused more lows than cardio, although no one could really explain why.
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