Thanks to En Vogue for those lyrics. We got back from vacation late Friday night but I'm still feeling my way back to my "new normal".

10 days in New Mexico in a travel trailer with kids (ages 4 & 1) - it went really well!  Yes, that's shock you see in my punctuation!  We went places and saw people and ran, ran, ran.  The weather was beautiful, highs hovering around 80.  They have gotten a lot of rain and some Dolly-effect flooding this summer, so it was quite lush by New Mexico standards.

Unfortunately, I didn't replace my workouts as I had hoped I would.  Read that as "hoped, but didn't make definite plans for ahead of time." I need to remember that for the future.  On the plus side, I was much more active than usual.

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So the flub is really starting to get to me. That is, the flub that's making my pants feel tight, my shirts feel smaller and all that other good stuff that comes with extra weight.

Driving home tonight from work -- I have a one-hour commute now instead of roughly 10 minutes -- I started thinking about when exactly I could fit some exercise into my daily routine. Between getting up at 5:30 a.m. so I can leave by 7 a.m. and often not getting home until after 6 p.m. and taking care of three kids and completing a bunch of freelance work and taking care of a new house there's not much time in the day for exercise.

For a long time I've enjoyed exercising first thing in the morning. I used to say that if it didn't happen as soon as I got up it wasn't gonna happen at all. And when you live in the desert in the summer, exercising outside in the morning is really the best advice!

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I have enough trouble managing my sugar when I take my daily walk, I can't imagine being a person with diabetes who is also a profressional sports player, or a body builder or even someone who decided to participate in a triathlon.

For some reason, the idea of someone like Doug Burns, who is Mr. Universe, managing type 1 diabetes is easier to accept than someone on a professional sports team. It seems like a professional body builder has more time to stop, test and adjust if need be. Or, maybe I just don't know that much about body building.

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I'm officially off Symlin. I was on the fence for a while, but I'm definitely done with it. I have a brand-new Symlin pen with pen needle attached sitting in my purse waiting to be used. It's essentially wasted now. I'm OK with that. I don't like to waste money or stuff (I'm such a pack rat), so this is really a big step for me. You'll remember when I did pretty much the same thing toward the end of my Byetta run.

The two main reasons are this: I'm tired of the tummy trouble and I eat even when I'm not hungry. The last roughly month of not taking Symlin have been mostly tummy-trouble-free. And it's been a nice change of pace, frankly, to not be constantly wiped out from having diarrhea. Going shopping -- going anywhere, really -- was also taking a chance on having to find a bathroom in an emergency. With three kids in tow. And did I mention it's not fun to rush to a PUBLIC bathroom? (READ MORE)

Yesterday I posted about the terrible heat we are having here in Southern California and how my glucose meter would not work until it cooled down.

I also hinted about a new pump routine that my new Endocrinologist gave me when I am playing Racquetball and I wanted to tell you about it.

He asked me what I did for exercise to which I told him about Disc Golf and Racquetball. I gave him the same answer I have given here, "I cannot strap myself to a machine for an hour a day. I love doing other stuff instead."

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Last night my buddy and I played some Racquetball. When I got off of work at 4:00 pm the temperature outside was a whopping 104° F. I figured this would be a total sweat fest and a great opportunity to melt some pounds off.   

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