Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Room 101:Are push ups supposed to be this hard?

Today's Article: Interview with 2006 Olympian Kris Freeman

So everyone needs a control group, so here is what I will consider a good diabetics average day.

Morning BGS: 156 (goal 100-130)
Lantus: 30 units
Humolog: 3 units.
One of the goals here is to be using less and less insulin.

Breakfast (8:00): Low Sugar Apple and Cinnamon Oatmeal(22 g carbs), peaches (7 g carbs), Coffee.
Planned Snack: Apple around 11:00
Activity:30 push ups 30 cross leg situps (on each side)

This felt really weird I was able to whip these out pretty quickly. They were challenging this A.M. and that doesn't make me feel so hot. Prior to having diabetes I was able to whip out three times that amount out pretty quickly, but I actually feel a little tight and a little winded (must be the cigarettes, will have to do something about that)

Slept okay last night, did a little relaxtion yoga (15 minutes) before bed. By the way you don't have to pay $75 for a yoga box set. I got this one out a bin a Ross. Been having some trouble getting out of bed in the morning. Can't figure out if it's because I hate my job, stress or just not taking care of myself.

Well "hate" is not the right word in regards to my job . It's just no longer challenging.

Just a note here, a common misconception about Type 1 diabetics is that you can't have sugar. You can (even ice cream and cake), except you have to adjust insulin and watch the amount that you eat.

Also, you have to understand that Carbs turn into sugar. So you have to watch them as carbs are part of a healthy diet. I had a girlfriend once, she got a kidney infection from skipping the carbs.

9:45 Am BGS: 240! (Goal: Under 160) What the HELL did I do I wrong? I read the damn labels on the packages. Okay my insulin ration 1 unit insulin to 30 points. I did 5 units of humolog with breakfast, so I am gonna try too more and see what happens. Pain the ass.

7 units for 29 carbs, that seems high but okay.

Got Hungry had an Gala Apple +1 unit of insulin.

Alright started getting a little dizzy had lunch BGS: 127 Tuna Sandwhich (36 carbs Bread and Topping). The problem with being high and having to manually adjust your insulin levels is that you can also shoot low. 0=comatoast. I have a real strong fear of that, the main reason why excersize is difficult. It can shoot you all the way down to nothing. Also low blood sugars are a feeling of contorted euphoria. Like XTC mixed with cheap liquor and coca-cola. Thoughts cease, sweating (Which I will get back too) profusely,

Fun Fact the Average Jamba Juice has 90 grams of carbs and 60 grams of sugar.

See it is good for you... if you run a lot.

Tuesdays are tricky. I have to go from Burbank to West LA and back during rush hour. The 405 Freeway is one of the most congested god forsakjen places in the world. If Aliens landed and torched the Getty Center, no would be frightened just pissed off.

"What is it today?" They spend millions maintaining these roads, but very few pennies for public transportation. Life moves fast, my car or alternate transportation should too.

I had to take it coming home from a part ythe other night... a 30 minute drive took 2 HOURS... I got home at 1:30. In any case due to lack of food you could get low. Solution always keep a can of Welche's Grape Soda in the car. Not only does it taste great and shoots you back, as Larry King, would say you can enjoy the French Paradox.

No time for food and usually make this my McDonalds day. I am going to try a balance bar of some sort and see if that will tide me over.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Pre-Amble: Shooting for 100

I'm starting this blog to keep myself honest. Two and half years ago I was in some of the best shape of my life. Regularly you could find me at the gym taking a yoga, class followed by a spin followed by some weights. Even found time to put away a pack of smokes a day. Around that time, I found myself going from a bit run down to a lot run down.

Too tired to work out, too tired to focus on work, too tired to pretty much give a damn about anything.

The woman I was dating at the time looked at me and told me "You need to put about 1.5 Lbs in each cheek." In the soap and water stained mirror, my faded 34 inch jeans were baggy and I had the belt notched all way. A grey coffee stained University of Idaho Vandals hung off of me, my tongue needed a shave, all of the flavors of zebra striped gum danced a tango muerte in my mouth. Pale skin constrasted against three days of stubble and sunken black eye sockets.

Could there be something REALLY wrong with me?

A week later I was in the Intensive Care Center, and told that I was 12-24 hours away from death with a Blood Sugar Count of 800, 8 times the normal level of 100. Three days after my 35th birthday I was diagnosed with Juvenille Diabetes. I was sentenced to a life of 3-5 insulin shots a day, carb counting, low blood sugars and a whole lot of other crap I had never heard of a week earlier. Note: This is not TYPE 2 Diabetes, where you can usually control it with diet, excerise and oral medication. The day after being released from the hospital, you may have seen me sitting on the floor of the Ralph's Frozen Food section weeping trying to figure out what the hell I could eat.

On the outside I snapped into action, taking a multitude of classes, joining American Diabetes Associations charities.. all in the sake of figuring it all out. Even quit smoking for four months. For the first year, I was in pretty good control.

After the first year I ended the Honeymoon Phase of the disease and into the real deal. My step dad died around this time and I acted out. I did a real half ass job of being a diabetic. I started smoking more, gluttonizing from time to time, drinking caffiene and alcohol heavily, not always testing regulary. While one wouldn't consider me fat, I weigh just north of 210, I am 6'3", I am still 25 lbs overweight. My A1C test (this is a test that measures Glucose over a three month period) has been over 7, not dangerous, but well over an desirable amount.

Well now, it's time to take control. It's time for a comeback. This is going to be the diary of my efforts to fit into a category of being a good diabetic.

I want that fucking body I had two and a half years ago.

And now I am going to take it back.

This journal will include my daily regiment, food intake and sugar reactions. I need to break some habits that could cause me a lotta trouble down the road. Diabetes is a long term disease, the occasional bowl of ice cream isn't gonna kill you, but prolonged irresponsible behavior can. This journal is not a look back, this is what is happening right now. I may have triumphs I may have failures, but the important thing is to just keep trying.

Monday Feb 7 8:55 pm.

BGS: 225 A1C: 7.5
For Dinner: Chilli Cheese Dog, 1 Biscuit, Strawberry Ice Cream, Bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup
Carb Count: Unkown
Insulin in take: 35 Units of Lantus (base shot) 2 additional units of Humolog (Fast Acting)
Activity: Watching the Apprentice, no excercise.
How I feel: Feet feel dry and scaly. This is common when you have high Blood Sugars.