Friday, May 18, 2012

Best laid plans

So the old adage goes, if you want to make God laugh, make plans?  Or something.  I'm too lazy to look it up.

I left you after my Body Pump workout.  Blood sugar problems after a clot, yadda yadda.  Thursday, I awaken to legs that didn't belong to me.  Legs that had been obviously beaten with a tree trunk and then runover with a pick-up truck.  Legs that I was going to have to use to run.  I mean, I had made a Facebook running date.  I can't break that, right?

I did my normal routine of eating peanut butter whole wheat toast and coffee with my new fave supplement, GNC Meta-Ignite.  It seems to give me that extra "oompf" just when I need it (ie, about half-way through my workout).  I'm always super pumped at the beginning and end of just about every workout, but that middle is tough for me.  Meta-Ignite really seems to give me an edge, particularly yesterday as I was not excited at all to do any form of physical exercise ESPECIALLY exercise using my poor, abused legs.

I have no clue what I did at pump to warrant this pain.

Anyway, I was at the designated meeting spot 5 minutes early.  5 minutes later, I took off.  SOLO.  (Turned out it was a miscommunication, no big deal.  She thought I meant next Thursday).  I had planned to do 5.  Meta-Ignite planned to do 15.  We compromised and I did 6.2.

I ran the course of my June 9th race - a very hilly course - and beat my former time by 7 minutes.  Did I mention I love Meta-Ignite?

Nevermind the fact that all of yesterday, I cried every time I had to move from sitting to standing and whimpered at every staircase.  I had one of the *BEST* runs I've ever had.

My blood sugar?  Not so much.  I bounced all over the place yesterday.  One of the things I failed to mention is that I love carbohydrates.  I love bread, chocolate, chips, yogurt, fruit.  Mmmm.  But they really shoot my sugars to hell, so I do my best to avoid them and eat boring things like chicken and eggs and salads.  Don't get me wrong, I love all that stuff, too but if you were to place a delightful salad with oodles of carrots, cucumbers, chicken, avocado and all that yumminess in front of me and ask me to choose between a huge salad and a sliver of a brownie?  I'd choose the brownie.  No contest.

Anyway, like I mentioned, I can't eat that stuff.  But I crave it, want it, yearn for it all.the.time.  So yesterday, because I was feeling so sorry for myself and all the pain and tears, I allowed myself to have some Doritos.  And 3 mini-Hershey bars.  And a sandwich.  YES, I ate bread yesterday.  White bread.  The unholiest of the unholy.

And I suffered.  My blood sugars were in the 260s-300s for most of the day yesterday.  I also skipped out on my evening p90x workout.  I think if I had done it, my legs would have fired me and found a nicer runner to work with.  As for the glucose, I finally reined them back in today around noon.  I ate an egg white omelet for breakfast (blood sugars hovered around 150-250 this morning).  A salad with ham for lunch (blood sugars hovered around 150).  And I will be eating a steak and some steamed broccoli for dinner (right now, prior to dinner, I'm hanging at 117).

Today, I slept in.  I have been so exhausted lately that I needed the extra 90 minutes this morning.  I'm hoping to get the p90x yoga in tonight but I've had a really bad day and a glass of wine is screaming my name.  I may yogahhh then wine.  That is what I plan to do, but I hope I don't jinx this one...

BTW, 11 burpees done.  In heels.  At the office (stuck late on a Friday).

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Training Plan, Goals and Site Clots.

One of the myriad consequences of diabetes for me is that it's almost impossible to lose weight.  I am very active and eat healthfully most of the time.  Granted, I do like my wine and I really do love cheeseburgers but I normally eat a balanced diet.  I eat heavier on the protein, about 50% of my daily calories, and divide the rest with fat and carbohydrates.  I find that this keeps my blood sugar more stable throughout the day.

But wow, the scale never seems to budge.  It hasn't budged in the past 3 years, after losing most of my second daughter's "baby weight."  I didn't go back to pre-baby weight with her and still cannot get there.  It has become my obsession because one of the easiest ways to get faster as a runner is to weigh less.

While I do not want this blog to focus on my weight obsession (I'd rather focus on my running and diabetes obsessions), it is really tied into both running and diabetes right now.  I want to be lighter and faster and I think it would be beneficial to lose 15-20 pounds as my BMI is hovering around 25.2 right now, which is currently listed as "overweight." 

Which brings me to my current workout schedule.  I started P90x two months ago and fizzled at the end of last month.  I decided to recommit to it because I honestly feel much stronger.  As a matter of fact, I did 2 pull-ups at the park last week. I have not done an unassisted pull up since middle school, damn you Presidential Fitness Test.  My arms are more defined and I just really like the program, although it is exhausting.  I started P90x classic routine yesterday, so I will be working out at home 6 days a week.  I am also following the p90x meal plan as it is easy, I like the recipes and it is basically the same carb-protein-fat ratio that I use. 

On Monday nights, I do Spin or Body Combat and on Wednesday mornings, I do Body Pump at Golds Gym.  My rest day for P90x is Monday.  I also run outside or at the gym on Thursday mornings and try to do at least 2 other runs during the weekend.

So, here we go, Suzanne's BLAST the last 15-20 pound plan:
Mondays   "rest"/Spin or Body Combat pm
Tuesdays p90x am
Wednesdays Body Pump am / p90x pm
Thursdays Run 60 minutes am / p90x pm
Fridays p90x am
Saturdays p90x am / Run pm
Sundays p90x am / Run pm

Intense, right?  So I expect results.  For the next 30 days, I am also doing the 30 day burpee plan.  Yesterday was 8, tonight is 9....except I forgot to do it yesterday.  But I did do 8 on Monday!  Regardless, tonight is 9.

As promised, this blog is about diabetes, running and other forms of exercise.  So this morning, I woke up at 2:00 with a low blood sugar.  I treated it and laid down on the couch to try and fall back to sleep (hubs and #2 were in bed upstairs.  #1 was in her own bed, thankfully).  #2 woke up screaming for me as she is a Mommy's girl so I called her downstairs to snuggle on the couch.  [I get very fitful when my sugars are wonky and didn't want to disturb my poor hubs, who works overnights and only has 2 nights to sleep during the night].  So she promptly fell asleep and I watched 2 hours of Glee and the rest of the DVR'd shows I hadn't yet seen.  My alarm rang at 5:30, so without a lick of sleep, I got up and checked my sugar and went to the gym.

210.  Obviously, I overtreated. I bolused to correct and for my meal and trotted merrily on my way. 

I worked out and it was Great!  I upped my chest and back weights and really felt strong.  And then my pump alarm went off from my CGM.  286, it read.  That can't be right.  I tested.  357.  YIKES.  Clot time.  I put everything away and raced home to change my tubing and settings and give myself a massive bolus.  It took a little over 3 hours, but I'm now at 100.

Diabetes can really ruin a great workout.  Tonight is Plyometrics and 9 Burpees!!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

About Me

I'm a runner.  I'm a mom.  I'm a wife, full-time employee, PhD candidate.  And I have Type 1 diabetes.

I noticed there are not a lot of blogs devoted to how to manage type 1 diabetes and vigorous exercise.  Most websites encourage diabetics to exercise, to walk, ride a bike, or perhaps jog for 30 minutes a day.  I am a long-distance runner, I enter races and run distances from 5K's to 26.2 miles.  I am even toying with the idea of ultra-running.

Yet I have struggled.  I couldn't find any advice about how to balance my carb intake, my sugar spikes and my A1Cs with training and pushing my body to it's limits.  So here I am.

My name is Suzanne and I am a Running Diabetic.

I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in 1989.  I managed my disease as a pre-teen pretty well.  I ate the right things and I was a competitive springboard diver and gymnast.  And then I rebelled.  Oh, how I rebelled.  From ages 16-26, I smoked cigarettes.  Packs and cartons of cigarettes.  I drank.  I partied. I stopped exercising.  There wasn't just one thing that got me serious about my health and my disease.  There was a cascading effect of a few life events that brought me here.

My first cousin, also a type 1 diabetic, died at age 39.  He forgot to re-plug in his pump after a shower and fell asleep.  He fell into a coma and died - the official cause of death was heart failure.  Soon after that, I got married and oh-so-soon after that, I got pregnant.  I had just quit smoking a month before I got pregnant and immediately stopped drinking.  I even quit caffeine!  While I was pregnant, my brother's friend, also a type 1 diabetic, died of severe hyperglycemia while on a camping/hiking trip with his father.  Like so many of us diabetics know, when your blood sugar gets too high, it can mimic the feeling of a low.  And that's what happened.  He treated himself for a low blood sugar when really it was high.  He was 28 years old.

And that was it.  I got serious.  I couldn't resume smoking or drinking, or at least decrease my alcohol intake.  I had to start exercising.  Luckily, I had started a program at the gym to lose weight before the wedding, so I was relatively fit.  Through a series of "coincidences," I entered my first 5K race in September 2009.

It was awful.  I hated it.  I didn't do well.  So I started running more, and more.  And I raced another 5k, then a 10K, and on October 28, 2010, I ran the Marine Corps Marathon.

I ran it again last year.

And I'm doing it again this year.

My blood sugars and A1Cs spiked.  My appetite shot through the roof and I had no idea how to fuel myself.  I couldn't carbo-load like non-diabetic runners since it so adversely affected my sugar levels.  And so I played around with everything.  I surely don't know it all but I have a better handle on my diabetes and exercise than I did before.  I'd like to use this blog to give all Diabetics (and non-diabetics) some help on their journeys.  Or maybe tell some entertaining fart jokes, who knows.  I'll share recipes, workouts, how I use my Continuous Glucose Monitor (CGM) and pump to keep my sugars in check and my energy high.

Happy Trails to you.