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Spring Break is coming up in three weeks. I'm heading out to the tropics. My wardrobe: swimsuits, shorts, tank tops and short skirts. Of course, I'm thinking about how my body is going to look in a bikini and hip-hugging shorts. I decided I need to lose the extra pounds I put on in the last few weeks (amazing how fast it jumps up without you even noticing).
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I am a gamer. I love playing video games either on my PC or on our Nintendo Wii.
2 weeks ago I was able to get my hands on the last Wii Fit being sold at our local retailer. In case you are not familiar with what Wii Fit you should check out this video clip.
Wii Fit is a fitness game from Nintendo that works using the Wii controllers and the Wii Fit Balance Board. The Balance Board is a highly sensitive peripheral that can measure a user’s weight and center of gravity. The software that comes with it can calculate your BMI when told the user’s height.
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As much as I complain or write emotional entries about this disease, I do have my days where I am thankful. Today is one of those days. I have to say that without diabetes I would lack some major motivation! I have to remind myself that without this disease I wouldn't be so motivated to stay healthy or be the person that I am. It's funny, because at any given time I could be feeling completely irritated by it or absolutely thankful. Because of Diabetes mellitus I am fit, driven, and obsessed with good food!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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The other day, I took Olivia shopping for clothes. She'd received some money for Christmas and was eager to spend it, as 13 year-old girls are wont to do.
We schlepped down to the mall and started looking and I was appalled. Not by skimpy or slutty clothing, but by the sizes. I don't know who they are making these clothes for, but some of the size smalls would have fit my three year-old.
Olivia isn't skinny. She's built like me - busty and hippy. It's a pain in the butt to shop when you're built like that. But she only weighs 130 lbs - she's not overweight. She's normal. She's curvy. She looks like a young woman, not like a scare crow.
As I helped her pick out clothes and watched her try stuff on, I could see the discouragement and pain on her face. Nothing fit. Even larges were too snug. She was almost in tears by the end of the day. I felt so bad for her because I know exactly what she's going thru.
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"I don't care."
That has been a familiar phrase from my lips lately. My wife asks me how many Weight Watchers points a particular meal is when we go out to dinner and I will respond with "I don't care." That probably explains why I have gained two pounds over the past two weeks. I just do not care.
And with that I have not really calculated my carbs. I have been loosely guessing and then making major corrections 2 hours later. I am still checking my BG. I am not guessing on that. But I just feel so uninterested in my life right now. I know that makes no sense especially since I am writing about it now.
I guess I am looking for advice although I do not feel I am in a place to accept or follow any of it. Maybe I want to hear, "I've been there and its okay." Maybe that will make me feel better. I don't know.
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December 8th 2007 @ 9:15 am by
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I was reading
Vivian's blog the other day and she talked about finding peace when you deal with chronic illness. She deals with two - her son has type 1 and her husband has MS. She's a woman with an awful lot on her plate and she spoke of how she wished she could just accept her lot in life, make peace with the hand she was dealt. I responded on her blog, but it got me thinking.
I don't know if you can ever totally make peace with your lot in life. In fact, I don't think that you
should. You can accept it for what it is - your life - but you can still be pissed off about it at times and cry about it at times and blog about it at times. I don't think people should just meekly accept things. I think getting dealt a bum hand completely allows you to rage about it.
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