I started in March at 12.5 for my A1C. July I pulled that down to a 6. I found out this last week I am now at a 5.7!! So tonight I am going out and gosh darn it I am going to eat some candy! Halloween just comes once a year!
For work I dressed as monkey!
Update on this! I won the Halloween costume contest at work. What a surprise!
You know what sucks? There are no low carbohydrate or carbohydrate free sections in grocery stores. There are gluten free, organic, vegetarian, and so much more, but no diabetic friendly sections. This amazes me considering how many diabetics there are. We are sadly only growing in numbers.
So I ask why no has thought to have a low carb section? And none of that keto crap. I always get so disappointed when I find something low carb only to discover it is “net carbs”. Come on!!
Certainly grocery stores would sell these products. It seems every third person I speak to is diabetic; type 1 or 2. It is tiresome reading all the labels just to find which one is the lowest carb. I do order a lot online. Amazon has an amazing selection of low carb items. Maybe Whole Foods, which Amazon just purchased, will have a low carb section? One would hope! Sadly will do me no good since there are no Whole Food stores near me. The joys of living in small town America.
Yes there are plenty of brands and foods I have learned are lower carb or free of carbs, but it would be nice to just have a section I could go to. Why does everyone else get a section and not the lower carbers? Even a keto section, yes I said it, would be better than nothing.
Joe and I went to a Mr. Black Presents Halloween party this past Saturday. The theme was movie monsters. I went as Sally from nightmare before Christmas and Joe went as a baldknobber; a historical vigilante. Leave it to my husband to find a creepy historical subject for Halloween!
So I have discovered a great substitute for pasta that is not only diabetic friendly, but is yummy too! It even passed the Joe test! Skinny Pasta is my to go pasta now! Found it at Superone in my local town.
- Extra pillows (foam ones don’t seem to collect condensation as much as cotton ones)
- Body pillow for Mr crybaby who’s knees can’t touch
- Actually pack food and not be dips who eat out every meal
- Cover sheet for over mattress
- Folding table
- High end cooler
Well, we reached an agreement with my brother in law / Katie’s brother to purchase a 2.5 acre parcel from him. 2.5 acres is the minimum lot size for the rural residential district that we’re in. The blue rectangle isn’t where the house will be located, but just a scale for the size of the home and garage.
Decided to record a video for the announcement of us starting a blog specific to building our new house. We’ll be covering everything from buying the property up until we finish the dang thing. Hope you enjoy watching us from the start!
I bought my first house in 2011. We’re still currently residing here as we plan the new house but I figured I’d share the archives here since I have long since abandoned that blog. On these old posts you’ll find the writings of a much younger and much singler Joe as I document the process of taking my $17k house and making it into a nice shoe box.
I’m 29 years old and I was diagnosed with type one diabetes. I eat healthy and am active. Before you ask, no I am not overweight. Type 1 Diabetes is an autoimmune disease that anyone can get, but genetics unfortunately play a part. Lucky me. I’m handling it okay, but the emotions come in waves. This blog is to help me cope and hopefully help others in the near future. I will write about my failures and successes. I want to prove to myself that this is something that I can live with and help others in my situation to see that they can too.
That Sunday I ate a good portion of jellybeans and half a Sayklly’s fudge egg. In an hour I bravely went to my brother’s house and felt I was ready. He pulled out his glucose meter and pricked my finger. My results appeared and all I could do was blankly stare. I was at 519. An average person should be around 90-120. I felt numb and sick. Nathan, seeing my face, said let’s retest. This time it was 546. No, this can’t be real. I’m too old. It has to be something else. Something curable. Something I don’t have to live the rest of my life with. My husband checked his next. That stupid man had perfect levels. Nate tested his and his were currently normal. At this point Nate patted me on the back and said “Welcome to club sister.”
I was sent to a diabetic learning center in the hopes it would help calm my mind. In a way yes it did. Everyone around me seemed to be speaking a million words a minute. I tried my best to fight the tears. My husband finally arrived a calm washed over me. I always feel so safe and secure with him. The appointment ended and I decided to throw in the towel about returning to work. Instead I went home and called my insurance company to determine what was acceptable prescription wise. After I was done with that I felt so emotionally drained. I felt I could cry no more.
In the end I survived my first day of being diabetic. It was a whirlwind of information that went right over my numb head, but thankfully I have the wonderful support of my husband. I also have an amazing support system in my family and my friends.