Friday, May 27, 2011

Going Low...Without the AppleBottom Jeans

It's Friday, and I'm happy.

Since the proposal happened almost three weeks ago, the "F" and I have made some lifestyle changes. We have kicked up our diet, challenged each other to make dinner at home almost every night, and implemented a couple-conducive workout of walking about 3 miles each night (fast walking, like sometimes Chris jogs while I walk my butt off). The results? I have lost about 5 pounds and he has lost a little more...maybe 7 or 8 (tracked by ye old Wii Fit Plus). Even if I'm not the skinniest girl, I have been feeling better about myself lately.

But there's always someone else who gets involved in a story like this: Diabetes.

And two nights ago, he reared his o-so-ugly head in the middle of our workout. "Chris my legs feel jello-y...I think I'm low."

A few minutes later it turned into an all out bitchfest about how hard it is to manage an exercise routine with Diabetes and how he doesn't understand how much thinking is involved and how I never want to exercise again. Think terrible PMS added to exhaustion added to well, jello-y legs. That's what it was.

The F probably did the best thing and all together stopped talking, because lets be honest Mr. Diabetes likes to jump on any and all words spewing from someone else's yapper. That's right, I just blamed my ridiculous actions on an inanimate thing...actually a disease.

So what is the point of this whole shebang of a post? The point is I'm happy about exercising and losing weight and having some (usually) quality time with the F every night (we've even discussed the wedding ;-). And the second point is: Diabetes sucks, going low sucks even more, and getting mad at the F while low and exercising should be avoided at all costs...just sayin'.

Happy Friday!!