Today is World Diabetes Day. I am thinking of my dad today, who passed away due to complications from diabetes almost 21 years ago. I am thinking of my mom, who is struggling with this now, seemingly triggered by other medicines sue needs to take to keep healthy.
I am also thinking of myself. I had been living with a prediabetes diagnosis for two years, and early this year my doctor said it was time to do away with the "pre" and consider that I am a diabetic. I am on Metformin to control my blood sugar, and for the most part it works. But I still have some work to do to optimize my eating and physical activity habits. For example, I need to try to get back to the daily exercise routine I had during the summer. It is said that 30 minutes of walking every day can help keep type 2 diabetes under control.
The Big Blue Test (see video below) in an initiative to create awareness of the importance of physical activity to control blood sugar levels. The test itself is fairly simple:
1- If you are a diabetic, test your blood sugar
2- Do some kind of physical activity for 14 minutes
3- Test your blood sugar again
4- Post your results here: http://bigbluetest.org/
I did it right this morning. My initial value (30 minutes after breakfast) was 155. After exercise, it was 131.
I wonder if somebody somewhere has done a study on the mood and mental state of telecommuters versus people who work in an office environment. For various reasons I have worked from home quite a lot the last few weeks, and I feel like I want to climb up the walls.
There are a lot of sanctimonious morons in this world, typing typing typing away, their judgmental spew oozing with superiority and contempt. Judgmental idiots only feel good when they put someone else down. They know everything there is to know about others, and they disapprove.
Shoo, judgmental idiots. Do not come visit. You are not wanted here. Go blog about plants or something.
Feeling lonely tonight. One kid is at volleyball practice, the other is in bed. My husband is not home yet. I am sitting on the couch listening to earnest songs with piano music and sensitive male voices, making myself sad.
I am obsessed with the storm door. Why did I wait so long to get one?
I sit in the living room with the patio door open and the storm door window down. I can hear all kinds of sounds outside. Someone is mowing their lawn. Birds chirp here and there, and I hear cicadas. It's pretty cool, and it reminds me of growing up in Puerto Rico in a house with a screen door and screened metal pane, miami-style windows.