I actually walked on my treadmill today, for an entire 30 minutes. I tried to do this Saturday, but had to abandon it when the boy refused to stop putting toys on the belt behind me, to watch them fly off the back. Where was Daddy, you ask? Daddy, after saying he'd watch the boy while Mommy was trying to exercise, decided to run to the store.

Yay for us - starting this to encourage each other, and keep each other honest!

How sad, sappy school-girl is that?!?!

My blood-sugar has actually been *gasp* somewhat normal today, except for the after-breakfast reading... which was 186, but I'm assuming that was due to the raisin toast I had.

And speaking of blood-sugar readings, why can I not nail anyone down on what they're supposed to be?

100 in the morning, below 12o two hours after a meal

- - - - OR is it (for a diabetic) - - - -

120-ish in the morning, and below 180 two hours after a meal?

I see the doctor Friday (gag-snort-choke), and I'm going to ask him.

I have once again started
1) logging my blood-sugar readings in a little notebook and
2) logging also (in same notebook) what I'm eating, because that's the only way I'm ever really going to be truthful about it.

I hate this. I hate everything about it. I like exercising, but I hate trying to make time to do it. I hate having to think so much about everything I put in my mouth. I hate having to plan things so carefully. I would like very much to know what I've done to deserve all this - Karma is a bitch, after all - but I suppose that question is unanswerable.

Until next time...