Insanity Workout: Month Two, Week Three.2

We're repeating week three.
I pretty much missed an entire week of Insanity over the last two weeks due to the holiday and work, so it seems only fair... (I may have also eaten twice what I normal should during that time too!). Insanity really is an amazing workout, amazing because its extremely hard and certainly requires a level of dedication, if only to find the time to fit it into a busy life. Especially now that the workouts are around an hour long. Last nights work out 'Max Interval Circuit' literally had us both on the ground feeling dizzy by the end. Despite a starting BG of 6.9 I constantly felt a bit faint. Re-checking throughout the workout I remained 6.9 exactly.. so not sure what happened! I constantly had to bail for a few seconds at a time throughout but still managed to burn close to 600 cals... and as hard as it was, I'm definitely getting better. Needless to say, that I'm having some very heavy sleep after these long workouts though. Which is great except that I've started to go high in the early hours the last two nights (something that I've always battled with) and usually I'll wake up and can address the issue. Well I haven't been. Not only must my body be exhausted, I think I must be a bit dehydrated too.

Unfortunately I have also woken with a sore right arch in my foot today. This is the first time this has happened despite almost two months of workouts with no shoes on. I can only imagine its because last night's workout was 60mins and I was really going for it. I was also getting really sore wrists and couldn't complete the last set of full body drills (combo including moving push-ups, running push-ups, oblique push-ups, side suicide jumps - probably not using the correct terminology here but you get the drift).

I will be back at this afternoon though. May have to try shoes! And I can only keep trying to get those annoying morning highs in check (a downright depressing way to start the day!).


On a slightly different note, I just want to mention the photo I've included at the top of this post. It's a mini rant, just warning you. This is a picture of a postcard my extraordinarily supportive Fiancé wrote to himself at the Diabetes Expo he recently attended with me. The expo he attended because he wanted to learn even more about Type 1 and meet other Type 1's and their supporters, in order to support me even more. We wrote these postcards as part of an activity where we recorded our goals, wishes, hopes and so on, and then they would be posted to us weeks later.

I am a proud member of Diabetes Queensland and have been since the day I was diagnosed 18 years ago. I don't believe fiancé needs to be. Why? Partly because I already am and diabetes is my disease. If he wants to join, of course he can, but I do not see a pressing need. But mostly because he already does so much more, goes above and beyond and back again, in supporting my journey with diabetes, in making my life with diabetes easier. From making me salad for lunch everyday to assisting me stay on track with exercise, running beside me in a fun run, helping me see when I need to take breaks and rest, sitting with me to problem solve BG swings, massaging my feet to help with circulation, holding my hand through a scary low, shielding me from the public when I need to inject (especially handy on planes, or when waiting in long queues!) or simply providing me required space. He has proactively joined me on my diabetes journey without policing, without question, and without fail is always there. This sticky note may have been a mistake, a careless oversight but is not the first time I have felt let down by bodies who seem like they should, but just simply don't, understand life with Type 1 Diabetes.

Not long before this, I received a called from DQ, from a woman wanting to check in and see what I thought of the expo. I thought 'Wow, this is great, they've gone out of their way to contact me'. I was actually quite excited and eager to provide my feedback. But she didn't really want to hear it and tried to tell me what life with diabetes is like, and kept talking over me. She did not have Type 1, nor did she even seem to realise I was Type 1. She tried to tell me that its usual to feel depressed when first diagnosed. BUT you move past that and get over it (!!!!). I don't mean to sound harsh, or disrespectful as I know she may have been a volunteer and resources are tight. But how hard is it to just check before you call to see if someone is a diabetic and what type? As you can see, I found the phone call combined with this postcard, upsetting and expected so much more from a leading org.

Since joining the DOC, I have seen much debate over the name 'Type 1 Diabetes' and whether to change it. At first I wasn't too concerned, especially as I felt without our connection to Type 2, we may not get as much funding and publicity in our journey to a cure. But now I find myself constantly yelling back at the TV, correcting the journalists and interviewees, correcting the ads even! I think the change the name campaign may have just found their newest recruit.

and lastly, this is what he wrote on the back...

I couldn't ask for more. x