Something about life getting in the way. You know, little things, selling a house, switching jobs, moving, buying a different house, those kinds of little things.
It's all added up to take me away from this and a few other things, namely my riding!
This blog was originally about how I was using the bike to combat my diabetes but I've learned diabetes is a devious fucking opponent and just when you think you have stuff figured out, it kicks you square in the nuts.
I may have, lets be honest, stopped riding, (for now) but I've not stopped the exercise as this is one of the few things that keeps me sane and helps hold the diabetes at bay.
With the new house my wife and I took the opportunity to take over our garage and turn it into our gym.
It's grown to a collections of bars, two power cages and somewhere north of 1500# of iron. We're usually out there 3-5 times a week depending on health and other issues. We both love to lift and have as much fun with it as we had with our bikes.
Yes despite my face in this picture, I am having fun.
The weights will really hammer my blood sugar and I can usually count on an easy 100 point drop from a good hard session. What I found with all the riding I was doing is my body and the diabetes were adapting to the steady state exercise and I wasn't getting the glucose burn through do to my efficiency.
Lifting allows me to continually add weight to my routine and the body is forced to continue to adapt and to continue to burn glucose.
As an added benefit, the more muscle I add, the more glucose I burn.
But as I said earlier, this disease is a flat out bitch and a half. Once you think you figure it out, it bites you in the ass hard.
Last night was a case in point. I Was supposed to lift, was feeling a little off so I didn't and I went to bed early and diabetes took that opportunity to try and kill me.
A new personal best by the way! 37 mg/dl, I've never been that low before but I'm not dead yet. By some miracle I made my "saving throw" and woke my wife up enough for her to help me and bring my blood sugar up to normal level.
While I know for some diabetics, a 37 is nothing, for me, it's a big thing. Had I not woken up enough to wake my wife, I'd not be here tonight, plain and simple.
And with the advent and consequences of Obamacare, United Health Care will no longer pay for a Continual Glucose Monitor for me, (my own personal Fuck You from Obamacare), I have to just keep hoping that if I have a severe low in the middle of the night, I keep making those saving throws.
