Kerry Snider
June 23, 2010
I was recently diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and have gone through every emotion that one goes through when told you have this disease, from self blame to blaming others to self pity to anger and lack of self worth.
Not all by any means, but most type 2's have a weight issue, which is where I fit in, and where the blame game began.
I was told by the doctors office that exercise was the key, “yeah ok " don't they say that for everything. This coming from the ultimate couch potato. “Not going to happen".
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Laura Tipson
June 21, 2010
I really want exercise to be a healthy part of my daily routine, in the same way that I incorporate meditation and carb counting into my schedule. And I’m not giving up on these goals, in fact, I’m more committed than ever! I have the equipment at hand, mental and material. I have the information in front of me, online, in books, and from my medical support team. I have access to the latest technology and I’m fortunate to have excellent health care coverage.
I’m over 60 and have never been a “consistent exerciser”, more a dabbler in Tai Chi, yoga here and there, kayaking on vacations, a hiking club when I felt like it. You probably know the type! I’m trying, but I know I’m still a long way from the mindset that my a relative of mine has—when she gets, she warms up and jogs come hell or high water. I have never given myself that permission, or arranged my life that way, and see it now as a big mistake. But never too late to change! Having been misdiagnosed as a Type 2 and having passed out all over the place from low BGs, it has definitely taken me a good amount of time to regain any confidence about risking those episodes. What I had hoped to find from the Team 101 was some shared dialog about specifics about blending settings with exercise and carbs to offset lows. Let’s face it, most of you are way down a triathlon trail, but this tortoise is still determined to inch along.
Heather Leide
June 21, 2010
I have never thought of myself as an athlete. As a kid, I hated sports. I would hike only to find a quiet, shady place to lie down and read a book. I played t-ball because my mom wanted me to participate in team sports. I can’t remember why I ran track in junior high, but I suffered through every step of the mile, the half-mile and long jumping. I started to like tennis too late in high school to get on the team so I’ve always just played a couple of times a year with my parents.
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