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My name is Geoff and I’m here to say, I love Fruity Pebbles in a major way! The Bedrock yellow orange purple lime and red, but to get that fruity taste, I gotta trick Fred.

And by Fred, I mean DEATH.

I miss fruit. God, I miss fruit. I miss it like my name was Seth and I just got banished from West Hollywood.

I miss it big time.

Right before I was diagnosed with diabetes, I was drinking fruit juice by the truck load. Fruit juice, it turns out, isn’t really all that good for you. Damn you, Welch’s!

According to what I read online, I should and can eat some fruit, in some ways, but I am terrified to “ruin” my perfect record of kick ass blood sugars. So far, I have only been willing to eat some tomato slices, half a banana, a few raspberries, or a few bites off the fruit bowl at First Watch (Breakfast restaurant, try it some time! I get the lean machine, and for nancy food, it’s pretty great!)

So, help me out. Exactly WHAT can I eat, fruitwise? Or better still, what CAN’T I eat? Apparently watermelon is good, but, jesus, it’s just fructose and water, isn’t it? So much reading.

I love all of your comments, and I love being kept honest, be it by my family, a listener, a friend, or a mix of that. But, I have to be honest here.

I have not been exercising enough. Here is all that I have done this week

Sunday – 5 miles woods/trails walk. Low impact speed, carried Rowan for maybe five minutes, LOTS of strolling, not much heartbeat lifting

Monday – Jack Shit. Fail day.

Tuesday – Walked 1 mile

Wednesday – Walked 1 mile

Thursday – Walked 1 and 1 half miles

Mind you, walking a mile takes about 15 minutes. If walking is to be my exercise, I need to be gunning for 45 minutes, and either corroborating that with a load (carrying baby or weights), or an incline, or faster walking speed.

SO I am doing less than a third what I should be doing, and that is just not cutting it, fatty boom blatty. WTF, Over? DWYTD?

My intention is to kick it up a notch, and be accountable to you, surely, but also myself.

So, a friend suggested I get on this website – http://www.dailymile.com (Thanks, Heather!)

I have done so, my name is Geoffrey Peace on there. Feel free to friend me, watch what I do, whatever. I am going to go familiarize myself with the site, and see what the all is entailed. Hopefully it will help me to remain vigilant, because I am doing great with medication, and I am doing much, much better with diet, but exercise is inconsistent and con right now.

It’s nice to listen to podcasts while you walk. Try ours sometime!

I have been advised by sage commentators to use my food as medicine, and I’d like to think I have been, mostly.

Still, I know some naughtiness has been sneaking in. Somehow, there are eggs showing up pretty frequently in my diet, along with more protein than is necessary, and at some meals, I am eschewing (that means shunning, or avoiding, for those of you “reading” from Tampa. Just think of what you do with education, or soap) carbs altogether.

Which is a no-no. I may have yet to go to “diabetes education”, but I know I AM supposed to eat some carbs. Diabetes is not equal to Atkins, forsooth.

Incidentally, I am somewhat concerned about “diabetes education”. It sounds like “defective citizen reprogramming” or “12 hour snooze fest” or “Department of Motor Vehicles times 1,000″. It sure is taking a long time to get scheduled. I will probably need to start calling people. I am learning the truth about modern medicine and doctors – the squeaky but polite patient gets to live.

Anyway, in an effort to eat a carb, today I had a slice of whole wheat bread, a 1/4 cup of brown rice, and a tray of raspberries. The raspberries were delicious, and I feel pretty balanced. I have been enjoying back to back days in the 100s on my blood sugar, which is right within that magical 70-120 range.

Today it occurred to me that I am a different person than I was. I am angrier than I used to be. I really need to work on that. The whole idea of this blog is that I supposedly do NOT want to die, but it’s obvious that anger leads to ragey blood, and ragey blood leads to heart snap, and heart snap leads to pine box. I cannot help that I get pissed, but I can learn to redirect that anger to something useful.

But along with that, I now have… I am not sure what the word is for it… Drive? Ambition? People, I had a break today and chose to use it to walk.

To walk??!?!? WTFBBQ?

If you have known me for, oh, any length of time, you know that I am the kind of guy that will circle a business for a half an hour (or force dear nurse to do so) waiting for a parking space in the “cush” zones.

Now I park anywhere. Now I offer to double back in the grocery store to pick up nurse’s hoo-hoo products. Now I… walk a mile and a half on my lunch break? And it’s not even like I argued in my head. Saw park, pulled over, took walk. Pretty neat!

As I walked, I felt my inadequacies cavorting, trying to talk me out of it.

“You’re wearing jeans – Fatboy gonna chafe!”

“Your shoe tongue keeps popping forward of your pant leg – People will stare!”

“There’s a school – Bet the teachers are calling the police on you right now!”

“Your poor knees – You must hate them so to do this!”

…and on and on and on. If you have ever been fat, you know how loud and somehow persuasive the “voices” get.

But I was in no mood for the negativity, and just kept walking. It was a good day to live!

My eyes were still good today, but around nightfall I started to notice some slight blurring around the edges. Much of this blog is fuzzy, and I have been up since 4:30, so I am going to take a break.

 

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From Ross’s Show Notes:

Olympics
Geoff’s New Exercise Show
PVC Exercise
Vancouver
Spring and Fall Olympics- Tradenarked!
Who Buys PlayGirl?
Olympic Mascots Suck
No. More. Googly Eyes.
Hemispheres and How They Affect Weather
Fat Man Olympics
Toasted?
Geoff Has a Starbucks Hissy-Fit
Upscale Coffee vs Gas Station Coffee
Mickey Has a Favorite Convenience Store
Rules of Poop Club
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