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I modified a recipe from the Hungry Girl website for a low sugar eggnog and found it very acceptable. It has nearly the same taste and mouth feel as the lite eggnog I've been drinking. It may be a bit late for this year's holiday season, but there's still New Year's.
The original recipe
is here. My version is below.
Low Sugar Eggnog
6 C 1% milk
1 Tbsp vanilla extract
1 small (4-serving) package Jell-O Sugar Free Fat Free Instant Pudding mix, Vanilla
6 no-calorie sweetener packets (like Splenda)
1 tsp Mace (or nutmeg)
(optional) 6 oz dark rum or 1 tsp rum extract
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I decided to try the bioidentical hormone treatment. After reading books, studies and general information, I feel that I made an educated decision. I went to a seminar and personally talked to the doctor who founded the clinic. I spent hours on the web looking through positive and negative feedback from research studies, personal stories and major medical journals. And I used my brain.
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I wish.
I wish my pancreas worked properly.
But the fact that it doesn't is not the first thing that comes to mind every morning. When I awaken, I am grateful, not sorrowful. Grateful for a good life, surrounded by people I love.
I wish that I hadn't met so many wonderful people BECAUSE we have diabetes.
But I am so happy to know each of them. And they all have brought me great joy. There is really only one thing I would trade knowing them for (that fully functioning pancreas). And I would imagine that there is only one thing they would trade knowing me for. There is no fault in that.
I wish I didn't HAVE to wear an insulin pump.
But I can't think of anything that makes my life easier and more healthful. And it is one of the gadgets that I truly couldn't get along without.
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They say if you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans. Well, my birth plan must have had Him in stitches.
After nine months of cramming for the "final exam," I had developed a good picture of what I wanted my son's birth to be like, and drew up a birth plan as instructed in Lamaze class. I knew flexibility was key, but I didn't realize it was the only thing I could count on.
The plan was to try to go as naturally as possible, with the option of pain meds if needed. I wanted mobility, a birthing ball, comfort techniques and the labor positions we had practiced for weeks. I wanted to let gravity do its job.
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National Diabetes Awareness Month is here! Yep, it's November already. My birthday is right around the corner, along with Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving. November is a busy, busy month.
But most importantly, it is Diabetes Awareness Month. Fall Walks are happening every weekend. World Diabetes Day takes place. And people advocate our disease.
On Saturday, I'll be participating in the local JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes with several friends. We raised over $450 for the walk. It's my first walk so I'm very excited to see how it works and meet all the people there.
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Imagine for a moment that I found a magic bottle with a a genie who popped out and offered me ten diabetes-related wishes (because I'm swell and clearly deserve more than three). Of course I wouldn't be allowed to just wish away my diabetes altogether. (It's the small print that gets you every time). I might ask the Beedies Genie for the following:
-- Hallucinogenic metformin.
-- A couch with special cushions that will make my body burn calories while I sit on my butt and watch Battlestar Galactica.
-- A super smart version of phentermine that can fool the body for longer than three months.
-- A line of Converse diabetic Chuck Taylors-- For that matter, any diabetic shoes that are both affordable and don't look like they were designed either for Peter Boyle in Young Frankenstein or the whole cast of Cocoon.
-- Mandarin Orange Propell at every beverage fountain.
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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.
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I know I said never again, but lately I'm finding myself thinking, "Next time, I'll do this, that and the other thing differently."
Yes, I'll admit it. My little boy is so ridiculously cute these days that I'm actually thinking about doing it again. I know, crazy. But for the next few paragraphs, I'll at least entertain the idea.
Next time, I will see fewer doctors. I was in a group OB practice, a group Maternal Fetal Medicine practice and a group PCP. Not counting a dermatologist and chiropractor, I saw no less than 13 different doctors during my pregnancy. Seven different OBs, three maternal-fetal medicine specialists, two PCPs and one endocrinologist. If I were to do it over again, I would find an obstetrician or perinatologist who specializes in diabetic pregnancies and was not a member of a group practice. Maybe a team of two, but not a group.
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For the past few weeks, my diabetes management has really gone by the wayside. I've been so consumed with my job, my new project, school, and catching up on things that I haven't been able to invest the time that I usually do with my diabetes. And it's giving me a guilty conscious.
Typically, I look at my averages every day and analyze for daily trends I see. I upload at least once a month and analyze all of that data. I count carbs fairly accurately, instead of just plugging in a number that sounds "about right." And I make sure to treat accordingly.
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In February and March we sought the guidance of diabetes author and coach Gary Scheiner to see if we too could "Think Like a Pancreas."
Our few meetings energized us briefly, but soon enough, we were back to feeling lost and utterly confused. After about five months, the pump wasn't working out as we hoped it would.
In April we decided to throw out all carb ratios and basal levels and begin with a clean slate, following more pump frustrations and a disappointing A1c of 9.6. We felt we hit rock bottom. We worked daily with the pump educator, tweaking and tweaking and tweaking and scratching our heads until we could tweak and scratch no more.
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