The Game of Life

The Game of Life

The Game of Life, not to be confused with my favorite show – Game of Thrones. Although I can draw a correlation between the two. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.” I think of diabetes as a potential road to death, hence the game of life. What kind of life do I want? I’m insulin resistant, which is type 2 diabetes. It’s treatable and I have the option to take control of my life.

I like my food. Plus I travel and I have a desk job so I’m not staying as active as I should. Although I did start wearing a Samsung watch that gives me nasty grams to get my butt moving throughout the day…stay active. Foodie and desk rider does NOT pair well with diabetes of any sort.  A key piece of the game.

Earlier this year I had been feeling miserable and just couldn’t get past symptoms that had been coming and going for more than a year. I’m terrible to treat myself with home remedies a lot of times. Plus I kept thinking I eat healthy so I’m not getting why I feel so bad. Along comes June and a girl I went to high school with walks up to the event I’m supporting, and I’m like damn she looks fabulous! What has she done? Since we’ve known each other a long time I had no problem asking. She tells me she had bariatric surgery. 

I hadn’t really thought about having surgery until that moment and then I thought “would that work for me.” I went home and did my research, met with her to get the lowdown on what she did, and then talked with another friend that had a different type of surgery. It was a big decision and I needed to talk to my doctor. He had to officially sign off on this medically. 

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity.” Amelia Earhart

I was at that point of making a decision. What action do I take?! I’ll tell you after much discussion and bless my doctor for spending the time talking with me. I decided that based on my health, and how I felt about my “sugar control” that surgery might not be the best choice. I had other challenges that needed to be overcome like a carb addiction. If you just laughed no worries but I’m not being dramatic. A lifetime of eating whatever I want and especially carbs because my body craves the crap out of them thanks to insulin resistance. You feed the demon and it demands more. I’d been happily feeding mine and now I have to find control, so I can be healthy beyond right now. I don’t want to fall into full diabetic status and just by having surgery wouldn’t guarantee that wouldn’t happen. In the end it might cause more complications so controlling my sugar a necessity. Mostly so I don’t have the highs and low’s – gain some control. 

First thing was the list my doctor gave me of what to avoid:

  1. Sugar – no kidding
  2. Pasta – OMG I love this stuff and I’d make a fantastic Italian
  3. Bread – nirvana
  4. Rice – stay away from white food
  5. Potatoes – I cry over this
  6. <30gm/meal of carbs – fml

He gave me a book that lists most every food. What I thought was a good option got booted and figuring out ways to eliminate carbs but feed my foodie soul was a challenge. It’s still a challenge. There are days I just drink a protein shake cause nothing sounds appealing. I try to eat as fresh as possible. I think over processed food is a major issue as well…go natural as possible. Fortunately for me right down the road is a farmer’s market. The Fenton’s have their own store front they keep open most of the year. The owners are wonderful and I love supporting a local farmer and the produce that is sourced from around the state.

Beyond just controlling food, aka the fork as my doctor called it. I have to exercise. Failing in this key area….I think weight loss would be greater if I would exercise. I decided that I would breakout the hated exercise ball. Previously I completed the New Rules of Lifting for Women. I’d like to start that program over again, but I’d need to get a gym membership. Ugh my last gym burned down and it was in a great spot. The options left to me are 3x’s as expensive and I hate paying for classes I’ll never use. I like lifting and I detest cardio. Just throwing that out there right now. All those cardio memes are probably for me. Anyway in NRFLFW there are several exercise ball circuits that will make you wish for death….I mean make you sweat. Plus the body weight exercises will be an improvement over doing nothing. Geez admission makes me feel like I have to do it now to have some accountability. Gah

As I said in the beginning I’m playing the Game of Life. My life as a person that isn’t held hostage to diabetes and all the other issues that come along with it. What does it take for me to win or die in this game? It takes control of the carbs I put in my body. Sounds easy but it’s not. It takes losing weight so my body can hopefully right some of the insulin resistant issues I’m creating. Again no easy task because one thing a person with insulin resistance knows is that losing weight is like winning the Olympics. Lots of effing hard work. When you do those things you keep doing them because you can easily slip into old habits that will put you back on the path of death. And finally being active and exercising. Riiiight, like exercise is something we like doing. All I can say is find something you like doing. If it’s hiking then hike, walking then walk that ass, or if you’re like me and it’s lifting get in the gym. Until I can get over the sticker shock I’m going to torture myself with the freaking exercise ball and body weight exercises. I’m committing to a future report out to stay accountable just don’t expect it next week or even next month. This task is almost as hard as the carbs. 

Oh to be young and willingly go for a run, now I’d rather sit on the couch with a book and a glass of wine. So I’m going to gather some courage and start this program. I’ve been tenacious up to this point. I’ll keep grinding on until I know I’m in a place where my body is healthy, and I’m winning the game not back in the pack.

Play to Win – G.

*photo Voodoo donuts Portland, OR – Voodoo doll (deliciousness also a sugary sweet carb)

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Anyone for pie?!

Anyone for pie?!

Don’t you just want to bake someone a pie and then drop the mic on them like Minnie did in ‘The Help’. 

It sounds nice in the moment but most of us won’t follow through with it. It’s like having a conversation in your head with nasty replies you want to say except that’s not what comes out – it’s all polite. Bless their heart! Ugh…not really.

Nothing really sparked this blog other than me trolling through Facebook and I see this gem posted by someone else. Loved it and then I thought “how often would I like to make that special chocolate pie”. The collection process is a deal breaker. Gag

Oh well politeness wins out along with southern manners. I have to really think about a time I might’ve been that ornery. Still not coming to me. Of course my mom and siblings might pull out a laundry list if I’m not careful.

If you’ve never seen the movie here’s the clip about the pie. Enjoy!

https://youtu.be/EaWfoNPDz74

Not that I expect anyone to share their deep dark deeds BUT if you have a good story to share please leave a comment. I love getting to hear about others adventures in life.

Skipping the “special” chocolate pie and I’ll have a healthy snack…oh the joys of being an adult.

-G.

Prepping for life 

Prepping for life 

I’ve been pondering on what’s the main priorities in my life because once again the sand is shifting. It’s not bad things but there will be changes in the near future – how do I want to prepare or react. Life always seems to be going left when you were planning for right.

One big thing that is looming in the next year will be my son going off to college. We spent part of the time this summer doing a college visit and then him making the decision on “the one”. He’s already been accepted and the admission has been paid all before his senior year of high school starts…it’s like crazy talk! 

I’m so proud of him and at the same time the planner in me wants to start prepping. Just imagine a doomsday prepper but for college. I’ve got a list I’m already working on of what I need to be on the lookout for throughout the next year. It might be a sickness. 

This is what I imagine I look like except I don’t!

Second, the travel for my job has grown and that is not in any way a complaint! I love traveling which means priorities and activities in my life have changed to revolve around my work life. I was admiring my boat that has not been in the water one time this summer. Partly due to the crappy weather early on that put a bunch of trash on the lake and partly because I’m just not home. I’m in the process of deciding do I sell or do I keep. Selling is looking like the best plan based on the current projection of my life.

Third, I have friends all across the US and I would like to spend more time traveling and seeing them along the way. Sometimes it works out with my work travel but not always. I’ve also got plans to take advantage of some work opportunities, which means change and new priorities.

You would think life would settle into a rut of the same thing, and I guess I could let it happen…nah not really my style. See doomsday prepper above. I’m planning, I’m looking for an adventure, I’m learning something new, and I want to live my life to the fullest. You can’t really do that if you’re in a rut.

What’s next you ask? Probably sell the boat, more travel, see my friends, get my kid prepped for the apocalypse…I mean college, go to a fabulous wedding in the Colorado mountains and I plan to hit the beach in Florida. 

As I come to a close I want to share a quote I saw on Instagram…I’m in love with it!!! (I’ve included the link for those that love it as much as I do!)

https://www.instagram.com/p/BXKkCzDBx6b/

So dream big and be bold. You have to be bold if you’re going to do the things that scare you. An example, I have a love and hate relationship with rollercoaters. Love them but I hate that feeling where my stomach is one place and I’m another. But I still get in line, I still get on the coaster because I’m not letting my fear, or that temporary feeling prevent me from doing something fun or bold. 

Do you have bold dreams but you’re holding yourself back? What’s that saying?…oh yeah ‘get over yourself’ not the same context but I’m sure you get the intent. 

So, I’ve got some shifting sands, and I’m once again going to make some changes in my life, and it’s a good thing! Just prepping for a new day!

Peace – G.

*photo credit to prepperfortress.com

Purge…Purge…

Purge…Purge…

This isn’t a blog about throwing up or killing folks…I’m sure a few of you went there. It’s about purging people or situations we get ourselves into out of our lives. I’ve purged a few times. It’s sad when you come to that point in a friendship or a relationship, where you know this is what is best and it’s going to hurt doing it. Of course there are those times when purging is quite refreshing and you find the change frees you from a weight you didn’t even know was holding you down. I’ve experienced both types and maybe a few things in between.

Purging personal relationships…ugh those are a beast on your emotions. Sometimes I feel I have a sign that’s inviting narcissistic assholes into my life…they are like a moth to a flame on a positive person. Probably because they are miserable to their soul and want to siphon off your positive energy…purge that vampire! I’ve known women that are the same way…I’ll offend equally here.

Let’s talk friendships. I had a friend that I absolutely loved and we did everything together, but there came a point when her choices conflicted with my values. I’m good with kicking back and having a drink or two but drugs…peace out sister. She didn’t want to give those up so I gave our friendship the boot. I still wonder how’s she doing every now and then, but I don’t regret my decision. Might seem harsh to some but there are things I’m cut and dried about in life. I’m not going to wallow in the same pit because it comes down to an individual making a personal decision to drag themselves out. You have to do it for yourself any way you can but no one can make you do it. I couldn’t make her, and I wasn’t going to remain in the pit because she might need an enabler. I’m all about making my way and standing on my own two feet….if you had the thought she might need help refer to ‘you have to drag yourself out any way you can’. Maybe that’s rehab, God, jail, a program…but it’s a personal decision that nobody can make for an addict. It’s possible you’ve had a different experience this is mine.

“When we throw out the physical clutter we clear our minds. When we throw out the mental clutter we clear our souls.” -Gail Blanke

Alright I was on my soapbox so back to more purging….any hoarders…purge what you don’t use or haven’t used in eons. I’m not talking about the family treasures, but gobs of things that creep in and pile up. Do you have a catch all kitchen table or a chair? What about a whole room that catches all the stuff? I try to recycle like a champ; donate every year at least once but normally multiple times to a local charity…clothing, etc.; compost…I might have a healthy squirrel population because of that habit. I have the circle of life going on in the backyard. I compost, squirrels chow down, and the hawks prey on the squirrels…ummm not a circle but a pyramid, I think, cause I’m not eating the hawk.

Maybe you’re good with the clutter and purging isn’t necessary. Honestly it’s a personal decision to purge physically and  mentally. Just think you could commence with the annual purge in your life!

-G.