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Constant connections. It’s a plaque on society!!! Today we are all constantly connected to something.. our phones.. .internet.. tv… blah blah blah all that jazz, you get the gist.. For me that includes my insulin pump. I’m so very grateful for the freedom it has given me, but today I am questioning the irony of it all.

I woke up in an “eh” mood. Cats acting like a couple jumping beans wanting to be fed…a-holes…loud motorcycles zooming around my street…a-holes (they should be outlawed between the hours of midnight and 7 am), and the ever present overanalyzing thoughts that seem to always plague my mind….a-hole thoughts.  Ugh! Life! Ya know?

I read something on a friend’s facebook about how they wake up and do 30 pushups daily… in addition to their daily exercises. I figured “huh? Why not?” so I got out of bed and did that… bruised my knees because I have to do lady push-ups and my wood floors wanted to cause me pain… but non the less. Then while I was at it I figure I should go on a nice little walk. Clear the mind and soul. Forget about the problems and people in my life I can’t seem to solve for an hour. About this time my pump decides to run out of insulin. Grrreeeatttt… It only takes 5 min to change but it always feels like such an imposition. Darn you pancreas!!! I was only going to be gone for a little bit so I thought I’d go without the pump until after the walk and let me tell you…. It. Was. Glorious!!!!!! Everything about the walk. Brought my phone because I needed music (it’s a must in my life.) Sun was shining with a nice little breeze. The walk felt so refreshing and I came home feeling free. Cleared out some of those plaguing thoughts and was just happy. Then… about 2 min before I got back to my house… I remembered I didn’t have my pump on.. ugh. Life! I don’t why it was so different today, but not having that connected to me during physical activity was just really really nice. I sound like a baby complaining about the thing that essentially gives me the most freedom from Type 1 that I could be, but at the same time it feels like a chain. It got me thinking maybe I should look into other options that are not the pump. My cousin uses some sort of diabetic contraption that is not a pump. I don’t know. I’ve never researched anything other than the pump, but I need to figure out some options to get away from all these connections…. As I sit here. On the internet. On my blog. And probably share this to facebook. Haha… ugh. Life! Lol.

Anyhow, when did all these constant connections become the priority of our lives? If you read this you should go outside now. Take a sweet snooze in a hammock… if you have a hammock. Man, I wish I had a hammock…And a house in the country for which the hammock to nestle between two trees. How glorious. Oooo… or a beach! A beach hammock!!! And then pick a pinapple from the pineapple bushes that I’d have… maybe make a pino collata. If you like pino colatas…. Good song. Hmm…Maybe I have ADD?

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Crossfit and Type 1 Diabetes

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Ah..crossfit…one day you are riding on top of the world and the next you are laying flat on the ground barely able to move while ghost babies beat on your muscles with hammers.

I started crossfit 10 weeks ago and it has definately been a love/hate relationship. If you don’t know what crossfit is, I suggest you look it up as I could probably go on and on about the tortuous things we do…haha.. I kidd, I kidd…It is a pretty difficult and  painful thing at times, but it is also very addicting and rewarding.

I am currently in experimental phases on how to deal with being type 1 diabetic while participating in such an intense workout. And for those of you who have not done it before, when I say intense, I mean INTENSE… My first couple weeks doing it I was in a constant state of extreme muscle soreness, here are a few difficulties I had:

1. I was unable to pick up the phone at my job without grimicing in pain at the soreness of my triceps.

2. At one point, and this is 100% fact, I had a staring contest with a stapler while I tried to figure out if I would be able to lift it, let alone actually staple my papers… I think I might have had to ask someone to help me… buutt.. in my defense it was a heavy duty stapler. Weighed at least a pound! haha

3. A couple of nights I had trouble sleeping. Every way I positioned myself was painful. I ended up laying on my back with my hands at my side as if I was a vampire sleeping in a coffin.

4. I can’t tell you how many times the lady I work with (Yeah, I said it, T!) laughed at me when I couldn’t get up or sit  back down in my chair. I can still hear her laughter sometimes in my nightmares. So mean.

At this moment, some of you may be wondering “Why the heck does she do crossfit if it’s that bad?” To that I would say this:

1. It’s addicting. I don’t know why but somewhere along the line they hooked me. Maybe they are giving us drugs through the air vents. IDK. Just trust me when I say it is addicting.

2. The standard rewards for doing any type of exercising. Weight loss, more engery, more strength to lift staplers at work, etc.

3. Crossfit is hard and as they say “If it was easy, everyone would be doing it.” I’ve taken that concept to things in my life outside of crossfit. For example, I’ve gone to the diabetes doctor 2-4 times a year…since I was 6 and everytime they stick needles in my arm and take my blood. I hate it. I’ve always had to lay down while they take it because the one time they said I was old enough to start sitting up for the process (I think I was in Junior High) I passed out. I watched them look for my veins, stick the needle in me and then as I watched the tubes fill with blood…bam! Lights out. Since then I have told the nurses I am laying down so I don’t pass out and I usully get looked at like a major weirdo and a “You’re too old to be such a baby about this” …this is turning into a long story…. Anyhoo, I just went to the doctor last week and as I was sitting there I thought to myself  “If I can survive crossfit 4 times a week surely I can sit up while they take my blood.” And you know what? I could. It sounds stupid but I was quite the proud gordon. I did have my neck turned to the side as far as possible so I wouldn’t see any of the process to the point I had trouble straightening my head to face frontwards again.

This post didn’t really have much to do with my type 1ness, but I am a living (obviously I’m living and not a ghost writing this. Or am i? Bruce Willis was dead the whole time…think about it) back to the point… I am living proof that an average type 1 who is not super fit can do it. If I can do it, you can do it! Probably should talk to your doctors before starting though. It does wreak havoc on the blood sugars. I’m still experimenting with my pump process.

Also, if any of you are my friends outside of this blog please feel free to join the crossfit gym I go to…just make sure you said Emily referred you ;)….and, yeah, I’ve probably already tried to talk you into it, but just do it. 10 weeks isn’t that hard of a commitment and from there you can see if you want to officially join. I won’t tell you it is easy, but I will tell you it is worth it.

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