As the plane taxied down the runway at 1:00 a.m. on the first day of my vacation a few weeks ago, I reached into my bag for my dark pink UltraMini. My husband, with a look of concern, asked why I was testing my blood glucose. I felt fine. I just wanted to know my body’s reaction to the stress of flight and time zone changes. My husband quietly asked me what I hoped to gain from that particular piece of information. Continue reading
I just received the very sad news of the recent death of a young friend and neighbor who succumbed to lung cancer. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I’ve had a pleasant surprise. As I was going through my journals, I discovered that I had lost between nine to ten kilograms (the number is still fluctuating) in the past six years. That’s about 1.67 kilograms a year. Of course, I was extremely ecstatic. Continue reading
I’ve been angry these past couple of weeks after I heard about Robin Williams’ suicide. My anger is not directed at him but at those who were callous enough to call him selfish, cowardly or worse for choosing when to leave the world. Continue reading
First attempt at low carb
I tried low carb a few years ago. I ate around 50 grams a day for the first three months. But due to miserable results, I progressively raised the carbs for the next four months until I was eating around 100 grams and had to accept that my trial was not successful.
The results were not all bad, though. I had two good results, namely, I achieved two consecutive A1cs below 5% and my GP considered taking me off meds. But the good results were overshadowed by the not-so-good ones:
The guinea pig
When I was diagnosed in 2007, I had completed my first marathon and I was preparing for my second one. My main concerns were improving my time, keeping injuries at bay, not hitting the wall, and just completing the race. I’ve always been a turtle but one who has ambitions of turning into a hare. The diagnosis threw a monkey wrench into all this because, in addition to performance, I had to start thinking about my blood glucose as well.
How do I train, fuel my runs and maintain energy levels while keeping my blood glucose at an acceptable level?
At one diabetes forum, a Type 2 diabetic in his late 20s recently asked whether Type 2 diabetes reduces his life expectancy. This is a valid question, especially coming from a young person with a full life ahead of him. I know that the prospect of a shorter life occupied my thoughts, along with other worries, when I was diagnosed. I’m sure many others with diabetes had the same question when they were told of their medical disorder and probably still harbor the same worry. No Type 2 diabetic can avoid contemplating the possibility of a life cut unnecessarily short since most public discussions on this disorder center around complications, and from my limited observation very few talk about Type 2 diabetics who live long, healthy and active lives as if they are extremely rare creatures. Continue reading
Smile though your feet are aching. Smile though your legs are cramping. Smile though you’ve just realized that you miscalculated and you actually have three kilometers (not one kilometer) more to go.
It’s supposed to be rainy season (tsuyu, which literally says “plum rain”) in Japan, but I don’t think it rains as much in Tokyo during this season compared to other months of the year. In fact, I find that it may rain more on other times of the year (April, May, September and October, for instance) not just in Tokyo but in other places in Japan as well. For instance, it rained everyday during a week-long October visit to Kyoto, including the day I hiked through a forest on my way to Enryakuji Temple when it rained heavily (to make matters worse, one of my cheap running shoes split apart) but I was able to capture stunning photographs in the rain.
First act of kindness
My hubby and I took our car for its biennial car inspection (shakken) this morning. At the testing center, I could not figure out where to get the forms we needed. Then, out of the blue, a guy wearing greasy overalls with the Nissan name and logo asked me what I was there for and, after I told him my purpose, asked to see my documents. He leafed through the documents, signaled for me to follow him and then led me to the building next door so I can pay the required fees first and get the necessary forms.
While I took my wallet out of my bag, the cashier asked him if I was a client. He shook his head and told her that he was just helping me out because I looked like someone who didn’t know what I was doing (true!). When the cashier told him that he was kind, he casually shrugged his shoulders and said that he just happened to have the time before the first round of inspections. Continue reading