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Bikram, Blood Glucose, Canella, Diabetes, Fitness, Insulin pump, Yoga

Diabetic Bikram Problems – Penny Dropped!

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So when I lost my Bikram V plates I was 18 on leaving. This is pretty standard after a gym session with the liver releasing glucose for your muscles that are screaming out for energy. Fine. However, 4 hours later I was up at 22… What the fuck?! I was thirsty, tired and my vision was a little blurred. I put it down to something to do with last day of insulin cartridge, so I changed my cannula.

But today (only blooming 6 days later) the penny dropped. I am in a room of 43 degrees and 50% humidity, of course my insulin in the cartridge is “gone off”

There is no such thing as an insulin that can’t behave identically to what the human body, normal human at least, produces.

Next session I will be leaving my pump outside in my shoes so I can continue using the same cartridge and not waste the insulin, cartridge and canella!!

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Bikram, Blood Glucose, Diabetes, Fitness, Type 1 diabetes, Yoga

Was Geri Right? Bikram yoga virginity lost!

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Was Geri Right?

Friday – 12/12/14

Before I begin i am writing this on the 18th, Blogging everyday may be totally unrealistic but I will do it as much as I can, sometimes ever more than one story a day ….. For real time updates im constantly revieling probably too much on my twitter @blacklaced88 – go on, give us a follow!

So I lost my bikram yoga virginity today……. Well. Wow! It’s a 90 minute class and lets say Im still torn. Quite frankly, I think yoga, breathing in, breathing out, hmmmm, stretching blah blah is dull. Give me a spin class any day. However the heat and humidity has bought a whole new dimension. At about 60 min in I thought I was going to projectile vomit or faint. It was intense but it took a certain mental capacity to overcome it and I did.

I went into the class at 11 and worrying about the combination of a new exercise, heat and the length I ate ½ a pack of mini haribo’s. I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than having a hypo in public, let alone in a new class, full of new people.

While I was there I discovered I am only flexible in 1 direction and that’s bent over (quel surprise – Guess it could be practice!), the other directions I was struggling. My heart was pounding, racing and breathing hard and fast. It felt like a HIIT session and the sweat?! Holy moly! Wet. That’s the only way I can describe it. I was dripping and my towel soaked through and that was before the class had started. Within a minute of being in there, I was down to my Sports bra. I hate my jelly belly, feeling it jiggle with every step, blaming insulin sites but I couldn’t give a shit. Off my top went. I wish I could have taken my leggings off but I wouldn’t want the police called for indecent exposure or being sectioned! Ha.

On exiting I did another BG. 18!! Bloody hell. Thirsty, Thirsty, High bloods Thirsty! Put mu pump back on, Bolused and crack on with the day. The worry of going hypo is also to do with the similar symptoms of course to pushing your body and mind physically. Sweating, increased heart rate, blurred vision, shaking, headache, nausea and possibly slurring!

While in the room at 43 degrees and 50% humidity I hated it. It took a lot of mental energy to stay. But afterwards as I sat in the fresh air (still dripping) I felt exhilarated, hungry and suddenly cold! I am looking forward to the pain tomorrow. Geri Haliwell once proclaimed on her jumper that “Yoga Kills” Lets see shall we….

Diabetes, Diet, Fitness, Food, Sex

But They’re Carb Free!

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I had every intention of going to Body pump at 630 this morning. The Buzzing and sining from my phone attacks my ears as the cold nip in the air tickles my nose. Out from the cocoon I go. Bloodtest. 3.4. Great! That’s a mint whip (M&S), lowering my bolus to 0% for 1 hour and back to the warm duvet cocoon. No Body pump.

I wake up at 12 in a diabetic hangover and BG’s up at 17! Feeling groggy, podgy and the spots on my chin are rumbling, I open the fridge and see what I can snacl on. Boredom is my enemy. Yes I could and know I should find something to do, anything, even my Christmas shopping (Eugh). I don’t want to leave the house. To make me feel worse my date this evening is not replying – fucking time waster!! I would have found someone else to go out with, it is Thursday after all.

My skype chat pings – it can only be James. James…… We have never met, just cyber met through POF (I’m covering all bases – POF, Tinder, Luxy, Happn and Fet). He seemed sweet but I knew straight away he was into kink, proper kink. He’s into consentual non consent, whips, belts, choking. He’s always said that he’s going to come over and I wont have a say what he does to me. It dangerous but exciting. He asks if im horny. Well, yes. Standard. As always! “meeting you at 3” he orders. “I’m at lunch” “im coming over at 3” this goes on until I shock him. In the time ive left it I have had a random job interview over the phone, definitely was not expecting it and made me shaking like a leaf. I think I fucked it. I tell James and he says that he can bring a bottle too. Brilliant! “come over”

I give a vague address, tell him what im wearing, what I want him to do. He tells me what he will do. “Fine come over and we’ll discuss safe words and boundaries over the wine.”

“Ok….. Ah shit! My meeting’s been changed to earlier.”

“Flake”

I go to the fridge and pick some more. Pork Crackling – That’s right. The Gods that are M&S food development team have done it again (The food hall is my church). Pork Crackling sticks. They’re carb free, They’re carb free, They’re carb free! My left arm twinges if I actually think about it! Chomp through 3 of them as my phone pings again. Sam. He’s from Abu Dhabi and taking me out tomorrow evening. He claims he works in fashion and claims he wants more than a fuck…. THEN WHY ARE YOU LEADING WITH FUCKING?!!! “tantric sex” “are you horny” “do you like sex” Pahaha. Im still going on a date with him. I challenge him and he says that’s why he wants to take me out, but asking my dress size? I’m dubious. Hope he’s as hot as his pictures!!

In the mean time there are 2 more dates being set up. Both from fet. Monday’s date im nervous about seems extreme. French, 6”6 wants a Sub. I will be meeting wearing a red scarf. (by his request of course – Glad I have a selection. Vintage Liberty? Or Alexander McQueen?) Tuesday’s also wants a Sub, but seems more vanilla, until we close the doors of course! All I can hope is that my markings from the previous night don’t anger him.

Smashed a body combat class at 2030 and now here I am picking at more food, nuts and cereal, waiting for sleep to set in. With the wind whistling through the fucking broken seals and bloods still high from exercise, I’m retiring. No fucking but certainly set up for the next few days at least….

Food: Crap

Exercise: Moderate

Men: Meh…. I’m sure I wont be waiting long.

 

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Diabetes, Fitness, Insulin pump, Type 1 diabetes, Weight, Weight loss

“POP”….. There goes my Blogging Cherry

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I have decided that I am going to do an experiment all about weight loss, food, drink and real life living.

“Just another one of those looking for attention and a little motivation to get through it” I hear you all say.

Well, yes. However I have 2 new angles to come from. Firstly I have type 1 diabetes. Had it since 1992 and am (trying) to control it with an insulin pump. Secondly, and this is the biggie…. It’s 10 days before Christmas and no I am not going to stop eating mince pies, drinking (copious amounts) or a turkey dinner or several.

SHIT!! Yes I will be taking pictures getting bigger or smaller and yes I will be brutally honest. The honesty will be EVERYTHING from drinking, fried and baked goods (mmmm Baked goods) to drug intake and fucking….. It is exercise after all.

The reason I want to do it? See if it is possible to “live” without being that wet wipe at a party drinking soda water and only having the 1 lettuce wrap. And its also a personal challenge of controlling my bloods and quite possible remembering a little more of my London nights.

My accounts are very honest and open from my drug and alcohol consumption to my sexual encounters and dates. Weighty issues also.

I will try to blog everyday.

Please be aware that this is not medical advice and is solely from my personal experience, encounters and my thoughts.

This is day one I guess….