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I hate to say it, but I had to consciously give up on my walk for some time. And I hate to harp on one subject, but my allergies seem to have literally taken over my life.
I had gotten in the habit of making sure all my walking gear would be ready for me in the morning-walking shorts, old grubby T-shirt, scrunchie, New Balance (Won't. Ever. Buy. Another. Brand.) walking shoes-and going to bed with high hopes of being able to walk in the morning. For roughly the last two months it was nothing for me to have a before-bed blood sugar reading in the low 100s or even under 100 and to wake up over 200. No, it wasn't dawn phenomenon. It was a funky combination of Byetta and allergies and whatever I ate before bed. (READ MORE)

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My mom and I were making the second round on our neighborhood walk. Before I left the house, I didn't do my usual pre-walk routine. Typically, I check my blood sugar and lower my basal by 40% for two hours. I'm not sure how I forgot to do all that, but it never even crossed my mind.

 

That was until I started to get really tired. I felt fine. No butterflies in my stomach.  No fog surrounding my thoughts. Nothing to set off the LOW warning in my head. Except that I was dragging. My legs could barely move. My mom was steps ahead of me, walking at our normal pace.

 

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One winter evening, I had a reminder of how good I used to feel after a walk. It was freezing outside, but the walls of the house were closing in. The kids were screaming, there were dishes to be done, dinner to be made, everyone wanted something from me, but Super Mom needed a vacation.
"I'm taking the dog for a walk," I said to my husband.
Off I went, but not on my normal walking route. My intention was just to clear my head and to be alone. To just take a leisurely walk. But I could feel the drive to walk intensify. My sneakers pounded the pavement and that sound of rubber on asphalt and grinding sandy dirt under my shoes was all I could hear on that evening in my sleepy town.
Man, this feels good! I thought to myself.
Man, oh, man, does this ever feel good!
I walked farther and farther and kept going faster and faster. My face was freezing, my nose was running, but by God I wasn't stopping. (READ MORE)

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I have a confession to make. Last week, I went on a post-partum shoe shopping binge. I don't know what came over me. One minute I was walking through the door at Marty's and 20 exhilarating minutes later, I was walking back out with four boxes in tow.
I am thoroughly in love with my purchases. I bought cute brown pumps to wear with the brown pants my aunt handed-down to me after she lost 30 pounds; a pair of comfy brown Ugg-like clogs that match my brown winter coat; black ballet-flats that are sure to get Stacy London's seal of approval; and a stylish pair of black tweed pumps to wear to church. (READ MORE)

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I have a confession to make. Last week, I went on a post-partum shoe shopping binge. I don't know what came over me. One minute I was walking through the door at Marty's and 20 exhilarating minutes later, I was walking back out with four boxes in tow.
I am thoroughly in love with my purchases. I bought cute brown pumps to wear with the brown pants my aunt handed-down to me after she lost 30 pounds; a pair of comfy brown Ugg-like clogs that match my brown winter coat; black ballet-flats that are sure to get Stacy London's seal of approval; and a stylish pair of black tweed pumps to wear to church. (READ MORE)

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I have a confession to make. Last week, I went on a post-partum shoe shopping binge. I don't know what came over me. One minute I was walking through the door at Marty's and 20 exhilarating minutes later, I was walking back out with four boxes in tow.
I am thoroughly in love with my purchases. I bought cute brown pumps to wear with the brown pants my aunt handed-down to me after she lost 30 pounds; a pair of comfy brown Ugg-like clogs that match my brown winter coat; black ballet-flats that are sure to get Stacy London's seal of approval; and a stylish pair of black tweed pumps to wear to church. (READ MORE)

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Lately, I've spent much of my morning walk being pulled by a 90-lb., 11-month-old German Shepherd. Seeing as I walk so early in the morning--when it's still quite dark outside--I decided that yelling "Sarge! No! No! No!" isn't really the best thing. I don't want the few people who are awake at that hour to think someone is in distress. Well, I guess I sort of am in distress, but not the kind that requires police intervention! While I often welcome the push Sarge gives me to walk just a little faster, mostly it's annoying.
I typically look at the clock on the VCR as I'm walking out the door and it's usually the first thing I see when I gingerly open the front door upon my return. I like to see--and compare--how long it takes me to do my 1.57-mile walk. I'm averaging around 25 minutes lately. (READ MORE)

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I guess it's time to admit that I didn't do too well with my August goals. While I continued walking most days and drank so much water that I got up in the middle of the night to pee more than in the third trimester of any of my three pregnancies, my goal to lose 8 lb. to 10 lb. and limit myself to just one soda per day were quickly dashed.
I'm not exactly sure why, though, which kind of bothers me. I will say, though, that I was losing weight,except that the same 4 lb. I was losing I kept gaining right back. I think I tried to rationalize my junk food eating with the walking. Seems that my thought process was that as long as I was walking I could still eat the junk because walking every day was better than not walking every day and still eating the junk. (READ MORE)

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Last year was the first time I had ever done any sort of "walk." I've never been involved with any fund raising before. Heck, I was not even into taking care of myself which is why I call my personal blog "the B.A.D. blog" with the BAD meaning "born again diabetic."
The team name I came up year last year was "Team Beat the Bete!" and take a look at the sweet logo and t-shirts we made!
Well I have decided once again to call the troops to join me in a walk this November to raise money for diabetes research and any other "diabeticy goodness" that the American Diabetes Association deems fit. (READ MORE)

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·On walking: For the first time in five days, I took my daily morning walk. Saturday and Sunday. And man did it feel good. However, I'm going to have to fire Sarge. Despite the new "anti-pull leash" my walking partner still just doesn't seem to respond to it nor my constant pulling on him. He was doing OK on Saturday, but on Sunday I got so angry that I made the final decision. The Mr. keeps telling me to try certain things, different tricks. And all I can say is "Tried it." "Tried it." "Tried it." I want to be able to take Sarge with me. In fact, I feel like I'll be naked without him on my walk. Not to mention scared without my 90-lb. bodyguard. (Maybe I'll take his leash for moral support!) But like I told The Mr., the more I have to stop to teach Sarge, the less my walk becomes about me. (READ MORE)

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