Round is a Shape.

Welcome back to Diabetes Blog Week. I totally missed Friday. See? I told you....non-committal.

Yesterday: Day 5. Topic: Let's get moving.

This is the exact reason why I missed yesterday. I am moving. Literally. I have been packing 18 years of Vegas and 7 year of my house. Moving has made me realize I'm a closet hoarder. No, really, my house looks cute, clean & comfy...as long as you don't open the closets.

So, yesterday's challenge was all about exercise. Love it? Hate it? Work out regularly? How do you keep your BS from dropping during workouts?

Bottom line...I hate working out. Loathe. Despise. Abhor. I always look at those people who claim to love working out. Claim it makes them feel better. Claim they can't wait to get to the gym. I don't get those people. I obviously don't have that genetic makeup. I'm obviously missing something. I am SO the opposite of those people. I anti-love the gym. Working out makes me feel like shit. I could wait a lifetime to get to the gym.



















I went to the gym 3-4 times a week for a year. I didn't lose weight. I looked & felt exactly the same. I even hired a trainer. You know what going to the gym did for me? It screwed up my knee so now I have constant knee problems. Yea...I was too elliptical for my own good. Worked the outer part of my thighs more than the inner. (ahh...such is my life...) Thus forcing my kneecaps to move. Months of physical therapy didn't help the problem either. Thanks, gym. Thanks, trainer. Working out also made my sugar drop at least 2 out of the 4 times a week. I ate more &/or reduced insuelawn jsut to torture myself with no results. AND it took time away from my daughter, took time away from my life. No, thank you.

I tried jogging with my daughter. I actually enjoyed it for the first few weeks, until my knees gave out. I tried yoga and was bored out of my mind. I bought my daughter & I bikes. I really enjoy bike riding....for the whole month I can ride the bike. Riding bikes isn't fun when it's 120 degrees outside. I tried roller blades. Incoordination fail. I bought a trampoline & hand weights. I use these when the mood strikes me. I bought a recumbent bicycle. It sits in my garage. I bought Wii Fit and play Super Mario Brothers instead. I have more workout DVD's than any one person should ever have. I tried Jillian's 30 Day Shred only to have my thighs turn into tree trunks & gain weight. Yea, yea...'Muscle weighs more than fat.' I don't like hearing that crap.











Have I proved my point yet? Hate working out. You know what I like? Being active outside. Playing softball. Walking the dog, if I had one. Playing frisbee. Hiking. BUT, I live in hell and you have very limited time to do these things.

Maybe that will all change once I move to Washington. Maybe I'll buy a kayak. Or maybe I'll just go back to bed.













*Peace.