Walking For A Cure! Won’t You Make A Donation?

Good morning Word Press readers!


As you know I am a Type 1 Diabetic. This means that I am a T1 Superhero.

I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes at the age of 6. Being 28 now, I have lived with diabetes for 22 years. That is basically my entire life. If that is not a superpower then I do not know what is!

Living with diabetes is hard. They joke that having T1 is a full time job and basically it is.  It takes hours apon hours every week to manage (14+hours).

Its hard and sometimes it totally sucks, if I am being honest. But we do it because if we don’t, we die. There is no other option. There is no cure or magic ‘diet’ to help us. We need to find a cure and we need to find it now!

I will be participating in the 5km JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes on June 12, 2016! My goal is to raise $250 by that date and I could really use my Word Press family’s help with this. By clicking on the link below you can make a SECURE online dontation to my personal donation page. These funds go directly to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation which goes toward finding a cure to this awful disease.  No donation is too small, everything helps.

So I am a Type 1 superhero. What type are you? Be the *putting your dollars to work* type by clicking the “Support Me!” button below!


Thank you for your generosity!


Ruts Be Gone

Wow. It has certainly been a while since I last posted and it has been quite the stretch from my last fitness post!

rutI get stuck in ruts. Ruts have their way of sneaking up on me when I feel like I am doing really great. I feel like they know when Im happy and they start stomping me down into them and holding me there for a while.

These past few months I have been stuck in one of those super deep ruts that you have to fight tooth and nail to claw your way back out of. I have NOT felt like working out, I have definately let my meal prep slip and I can feel the mental and physical differences within. I feel totally overwhelmed with life. Personal struggles, the struggles of my close friends and family, my kid’s struggles they all weigh down on me. I am that person who suffers with those she loves. I feel their pain as my own pain. I feel their burdens as my own burdens and DAMN they are getting heavy! 0c47aca416a1ad3dcd50d1207d12c323

As I felt myself sliding down to the bottom of that dirty rut I said to myself..what do you think you are doing? You are strong! Use that strength and get yourself out of here!

I am happy to report that I am back at it. While I may not be ALL THE WAY out of that damn rut I can see the light. If I dont meal prep I at least go and buy a few of the lean cuisines or fresh steamers to get me through lunches. I know they arent the best but its better than the McDonalds down the street! I have outmeal in my desk drawer and yogurt in the fridge for breakfasts. I always still pack snacks of fruit and vegetables to get me through the rest of the day.

I am actively attempting to get to every one of my Zumba classes (yes i was slacking in this area too). Even if I do not make it through every single one of the songs, usually because of my blood sugar dropping low, I go and work my ass off as hard as I can for as long as I can. Also, my girlfriend and I made a pact that once she is recovered from her surgery we will be starting twice a week walks or strength training sessions.

I am still stressed to the max, and feel as though at any moment life will come crashing down on me BUT I do feel happier and stronger than I did the last week or two. I will reach the top of this rut and pull myself back up and back together.

How do you get out of your ruts?stuck-a_m_-homes_jpg