Being able to run on the treadmill again…even if I could only hang for only 15 minutes.
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Working it till there's Type None.
A full tank of gas I didn’t have to pump & a car wash! Thanks babe. 🙂
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Eating like a kiD again.
I just had half a sunbutter sandwich on whole wheat bread. (25 grams of carbs)
A half a cup of fresh pineapple. (11 g of Cb)
A half a cup of blueberries. (8 g of Cb)
And a cup of coconut milk. (10 g of Cb)
Total carbs: 54 g
I might as well have eaten it out of a lunchbox, it was soooooo good!
Speaking of, here’s a picture of the lunchbox I would have eaten it out of if I thought of it sooner. Thanks again, Anni!
Make it count.
Make it D-Licious.
And…
Make sure to “Cut the B.S.!…I mean blood sugar.”
Aren’t they cute. I caught them under the mistletoe!
My parents. They’ve been married for 35 years today. They are the most generous, understanding, patient, loving parents. I’m very grateful to them for all their help with the girls and our life here in Vegas. I wish them the best anniversary ever and many many more to come.
the Olympics. Every day I see someone’s amazing story and it’s fun to see hard work payoff. The fact that we can witness this payoff for so many people from so many different countries in such a concentrated period of time is quite amazing.
the opportunity to keep moving forward despite the tough days.
spending time with one of my best girlfriends from home.
There are a lot of things I love about my friend, Jess. Â But here are a few I can think of in a few minutes:
- She’s fun to be around.
- She always has a smile on her face.
- She sends me Petra Mahalimuyak bidjos. Â “Pold, pold, put it away!”
- I’ve never felt as if she’s ever judged me despite my faults.
- She looks great in periwinkle, pink, and purple, not all at the same time though-that’s just too much.
- We can be lookin’ hott and sexy one minute and then be completely goofy and silly the next.
- She has really delved into her Carribean Queenie roots by participating in Carnival events around the world…well really around the U.S. and Carribean. Â I love the outfits and I’m gonna join you one day!
- She understands how much it meant to me to make it into the Varsity Pep Squad. (Yes, I was in the Pep Squad.)
- She has such a great heart for others…especially a visitor of the feline persuasion. Â I don’t know how you do it.
- She likes Skyflakes.
I love you and I miss you already, Blanche…Samantha…my beloved Jess.
Thank you for being a friend.
Ok how good does that look??? It was! And not bad for 57 grams of carbs.
So, you’re probably asking why it’s called Just Kiddin’ Chicken. My husband is a vegetarian. Back when we first got married, the idea of vegetarian meats was just very foreign to me. I grew up in a Filipino household. There was no fake meat up in that place. Unless you consider spam fake. Anyhow, to get myself familiarized with the vegetarian meat variety, I started to give them my own names and so, the name “just kiddin’ chicken” was born.
The main carbohydrate choices here are the whole wheat bun (32 grams) and the just kiddin’ chick patty (16 grams). The rest is in the veggies and the tomato sauce. What makes this sandwich parmesan-y is the tomato sauce, the pinch of low fat mozzarella and parmesan cheese, the tomato, and lastly the fresh basil from my mother-in-law’s garden. That fresh basil gives it the right touch.
D-Lish!
Remember to Cut the B.S.!
a month of being back home.
over a month of healing.
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What a difference a month makes
Today marks a month since I came home from the hospital. The week I spent there took its toll on my physical, mental, and spiritual well being.
When I got home from the hospital:
Then I remember thinking to myself my first week home:
“Well, this didn’t kill me, so I must be getting stronger.”
That’s it. Its time to stop feeIng sorry for myself. It’s time to start making myself stronger. I knew I was still recovering from gallbladder removal surgery so I knew my limitations. I began to challenge myself by adding more laps around the couch. Then I pushed myself to go up and down the stairs a second and a third time. I began to take walks around my block. Read up on diabetic eating and the reasons for my dietary needs.
Now that it’s been a month, I can celebrate the following:
I’ve got a lot to be thankful for this last month and I now celebrate every day.
Don’t forget to “cut the B.S.!”
Cut the B.S. 