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It’s All In Your Mind

October 12th, 2010

Do you remember those super-oxygenated waters?  The American Council on Exercise studied them in 2001 and concluded that they did not live up to their “scientific” claims that the body would absorb the extra oxygen in the super water and the drinker would have improved stamina and athletic performance, reduced recovery time, and better mental clarity.

(Heck, I’d buy it, too, if that were the result!)

But scientists being scientists that wasn’t enough for them.  A few years ago they used the same “scientific” claims and tested two groups of runners.  One group got regular water and the other group got regular water, but they were told it was super water.

(I love that; how many of us have ever thought a Starbucks coffee was inherently better than a different coffee?)

The group of runners ran three times and interestingly, those told their regular water was super water ran faster.  The really interesting thing was that their heart rate, blood lactate levels, and rates of perceived exertion remained constant despite the increased speed.  They in fact said they felt lighter on their feet and were ready to purchase the super water.  Too bad for them—it was just regular water, but the mental game had changed

They believed they had an advantage and that belief on its own was enough to generate the very advantage they thought the super water supplied.

This study simply points out something I’ve seen time and time again with my bootcampers and with myself: this exercise thing?  A lot of it is in your head rather than your muscles.

Those words “I can’t” don’t mean much to me as a trainer.  They really mean “I don’t want to” more often than not.  If I believed everyone who said they “couldn’t” do something and let them stop trying… well, I think I wouldn’t be a very good trainer.  Sometimes, sure, “I don’t want to” is a fair statement and it has its place in life and in exercise.  But make sure you can differentiate between “I can’t” and “I don’t want to try.”

So here’s the thing to learn from this study: not only are you possibly shortchanging yourself by underestimating your abilities, YOUR MIND can change the circumstances.  Notice the physical effects of the subjects running faster were identical to them running a slower pace.  This shouldn’t happen physically—your heart rate, perceived exertion, and blood lactate levels should increase with the increased stress of running faster.  But here, their bodies thought they were having an easier time with the run because their minds thought so, too.

I think that’s a pretty neat thing to learn.  Get your mind on your side, and the world opens up for you. 

Now get going.

Battleground

October 7th, 2010

My  quote on Facebook  this morning was a Spanish proverb that translates: A man too busy to take care of his health is like a mechanic too busy to take care of his tools.

Someone mentioned how easy it is to lose sight of how important it is to take care of our health.  It is so easy I think we all could use a little reminder most days!

But I think having diabetes, either type one or type two, just complicates the idea.  First of all, do we consider ourselves “healthy” to begin with?  And secondly, we can never escape taking care of our disease so don’t we get credit for that?  (Of course we do!)

I think oftentimes we feel like we “fight” diabetes in our own bodies.  The explained and unexplained blood sugar changes have spent years teaching us that our body really is a battleground.  The weapons on both sides include finger pokes, needle jabs, low sweats, high dry mouths, dropping anxieties, climbing moments of apprehension, expired insulin, scar tissue, beeps, alarms, dried up jelly beans, cans of Coke, old test strips, and a zillion other minute and ever-present aspects of our lives with diabetes.

So isn’t it enough that we fight that fight every moment of every day?  Why should we have to fight even MORE to take care of our bodies?

Well, I don’t really have a good answer for that.  I think the best thing for each of us to do is simply shift our perspective on what life is like when we live with diabetes. 

We have a constant “fight” with diabetes that will never go away.  There are a load of ways we can equip ourselves for the battle, though, and assure our victory.  Most of them are not quick fixes and will take some continual tweaking over the course of our lives, but it’s good to get a start as soon as we can.  Diabetes doesn’t take a break and neither should we if we want to keep the upper hand.

I think first off, we need to learn to accept the disease.  One of the parents in the video about Bearskin Meadow Camp and the Diabetic Youth Foundation said he learned how much better it was for him to see a high and deal with it rather than agonize over the why behind every single one: it’s a high, there will be more, and let’s take care of it as soon as we can so that we can continue with life.  Keep management of the numbers as realistic as you can, and forget the concept of “control”—it isn’t possible to control any aspect of our diabetes.  If you were the boss at your job, would you think you controlled your employees??  Kick the notion to the curb and pick up the idea of “management” instead

After that, we need to also take care of the rest of our bodiesJust because we have this “fight” with our disease doesn’t mean that we can ignore our muscles and bones any more than we can ignore the dirt and grime in the bathroom just because we’re doing a great job at keeping the kitchen clean. 

Life just doesn’t work like that.

We can work together and get your body up to speed when it comes to physical fitness since the strength of your physical body will certainly help you succeed in battle.  You need as good a support team as possible to keep up your fight!  The health of your body depends on it.

Active Couch Potatoes?!

September 21st, 2010

No news flash here: if you sit more, you are at a higher risk of heart disease.  In a study, the number of sitting hours was only 23 per week.  Week!  

“Men who spent more than 23 hours a week watching TV and sitting in their cars (as passengers or as drivers) had a 64 percent greater chance of dying from heart disease than those who sat for 11 hours a week or less.”

Ut oh.

But what if you sit all day, but go to the gym for an hour on your way home and hit the elliptical for 30 minutes? 

Sorry.

Not a lot of difference in your health. 

Regular workout sessions do not appear to fully undo the effects of prolonged sitting. ‘‘There seem to be different pathways’’ involved in the beneficial physiological effects of exercising and the deleterious impacts of sitting, says Tatiana Warren, a graduate student in exercise science at the University of South Carolina and the lead author of the study of men who sat too much. ‘‘One does not undo the other,’’ she says.”

Keeping in mind how progress may in fact lead us into regression:

“Decades ago, before the advent of computers, plasma TVs and Roombas, people spent more time completing ‘‘light-intensity activities,’’ which require between one and a half and three METs. Most ‘‘home activities,’’ like mopping, cooking and changing light bulbs, demand between two and three METs. (One exception is ‘‘butchering animals,’’ a six-MET activity, according to a bogglingly comprehensive compilation from 2000 of the METs associated with different activities.) Nowadays, few of us accumulate much light-intensity activity. We’ve replaced those hours with sitting.”

(Ut oh.  I’m guilty of this one.  Roomba has been a godsend in my house.  We are in a 2 bedroom duplex with wood floors and it’s absolutely insane how much dust we can make and how much fur two cats can create.)

However.  At the office, the printer is down the hall from my computer.  At home, I generally hop up at every commercial break or every few chapters in my book.  I go into the kitchen to see what food is there, or grab a cat to play with.  I park far away from the doors.  I walk to the grocery store. 

These are all ways to increase the exercise you get in your daily life—the kind of movement that our elders don’t even consider because it used to be part of the package.  So get up, get moving, get grooving, and keep at it

You and your heart will appreciate it.

I really only have one thing to say about this: OMG!

September 16th, 2010

You know I read a lot of blogs and try to peruse the internet for the latest and greatest idea/study/happening.  Today has a winner that might beat everything.

INSTANT RECESS.  For adults.

Check it out!  Dr. Toni Yancey came up with the idea and I can’t tell you how much I adore it.  Instead of taking a coffee or (heaven forbid!) cigarette break, the entire office takes an exercise break.  Ten minutes of simple, basic moving about and then back to the grind.

I bet you 95% of those who take the exercise break go back to their desks with smiles on their faces.  Maybe more.

I think part of the problem here is that some people have had some experience with exercise being boring.  So they don’t want to do it.  So they don’t do it.  And when they hear how much they should do it, they want to do it even less than before.

So how do we fix that?

We make exercise fun.

I have a bootcamper who finished her first month with me and announced “I thought I hated exercise.  After I came to bootcamp, I realize that I don’t hate exercise!  I hate the gym!!” 

How wonderful!!

This is why I stress to everyone that it isn’t about hating what you do for exercise.  If you want to stop calling it “exercise” for crying out loud don’t call it exercise.  But move yourself.  Get your heart rate up.  Get off the couch.  Get outside.

Go have fun.  Play.  Take a break from the sucky parts of your day.  Get moving and get smiling.  Talk to each other, even if your words come out in gasps.  There isn’t competition at recess, unless it’s who can make it to the swings faster or go higher or zip faster down the slide; whatever it takes to have more fun.  Even for ten minutes!

I bet if you mention this at your next staff meeting you will NOT get only angry stares and glares.  I bet at least one other person will think this is a great idea.  Shoot; send a link to this post to your boss!  As our world values efficiency and expediency more and more, our overweight bodies have become less efficient.  Who wants slow employees?  We all want a vivacious workplace – no one wants to hate heading to the office every day.

So let’s get it started with an Instant Recess.  Ready?  Set?  GO!!

I Love When the Experts Agree With Me

September 14th, 2010

I get a fair number of questions from the people in my life about what I eat, what I don’t eat, whether I think X food is good or bad, etc.  It comes with the territory, I think, of being a personal trainer/bootcamp instructor and basically putting myself out there when it comes to diabetes as well.

So I really love when I read something that an expert says that mirrors something I just said last week to someone, or something an expert said that put tactfully something I wish I could have said but didn’t say because I’m not the most tactful person.

Oh, and because I just adore being right.

Today’s example (of me being right, in case you missed it) is found in the September 2010 IDEA Fitness Journal and has to do with using agave syrup rather than sugar. 

So, the expert (Jennie McCary, MS, RD, LD and New Mexico’s 2009 Outstanding Dietician of the Year) shares that as a fructose sweetener, agave syrup has about the same number of calories per teaspoon as white sugar.  It is sweeter than table sugar and honey, so you can save some calories by using less.  Because of its high fructose content, it is touted as a sweetener with a low glycemic index.  But be aware that this may not be true across all agave products.  Agave’s fructose content varies, depending on the source of the nectar and how highly processed the syrup is.

Bottom line?  Sugar is sugar is sugar.  Agave syrup still contains calories, so as with any caloric sweetener, use it moderately and examine product labels to know what you are getting.

Here is what I know about any type of sweetener people are told is the next greatest thing: It’s still the same.  As the expert states: sugar is sugar is sugar.

Sure, the different types of sweeteners may hit your blood stream slightly differently than one another, but overall, we find ourselves again at healthy eating being something requiring moderation every day.

I know it’s a drag in some ways, but is it really that challenging?  How differently do you think we would eat if we didn’t hear the latest infomercial or see the brightest bag on the grocery shelf?  How do you think you would eat if you had never heard the term “glycemic index”?  For that matter, how do you think you would eat if every time you went down the cereal aisle you only looked at the shelves above four feet? 

(I decided years ago that for me, I don’t need to put more chemicals in my body if I can avoid it.  As a result of that decision, I stopped consuming artificial sweeteners of all types (no Splenda, no NutraSweet, no Equal, etc) and try to only eat foods with ingredients I can pronounce.  I’m nowhere near 100% with that, but I am happy with my decision and don’t regret a thing. 

I’m all for eating real sugar and real butter rather than laboratory invented foodstuffs.  Like I said, I’m not anywhere near 100% but it’s a goal of mine to eat with as minimal factory intervention as possible.)

Is There Such A Thing As A “Bad” Diabetic?

September 10th, 2010

A lady made a comment the other day about her mother being a “bad diabetic” and herself struggling with living with diabetes.

It made me really sad.

I don’t want anyone thinking they are a “bad diabetic” because they have natural mood swings, food cravings, moments of weakness in the face of temptations, moments of forgetfulness or even denial.

Those are things that make your normal, not things that determine your merit in the face of a complicated and unrelenting disease called diabetes.

 Let me also be clear on another thing: your response to your disease will affect and possibly damage your relationships with those you love and those who love you but it can truly only physically hurt YOU.  There is no second-hand smoke when it comes to diabetes.  No one else can catch it, and in that same vein, no one else can do what you yourself need to do after you’ve been diagnosed.

So it’s up to you, for better and for worse.

But I still cringe when I hear someone refer to themselves as a “bad diabetic” because they want birthday cake, or because they ate potato chips, or whatever.  I know it is most often said in jest but there is real truth and fear behind those words

Yes, listen to your doctors and diabetes educators.  Yes, listen to the guidelines broadcast throughout the country and medical community.  Yes, understand what is going on with your blood sugars in response to your food and medication.  Yes, participate in your understanding of your disease

Learn what foods make you feel healthier and what foods make you groan an hour later.  Learn how exercise can make you feel physically and mentally.  Learn what it takes to treat yourself well and how that feels.

But relax a bit on your self-criticisms.  Don’t let a number determine how you feel about yourself.  Please don’t let those little gadgets tell you how much you are worth in the world.  Be more than your disease.  Don’t let the fear of failing to be a “perfect” diabetic turn you into thinking you are a “bad” person or “bad” diabetic. 

I don’t even think “perfect” really exists.  And I know there is no such thing as a “bad” diabetic.

Treat yourself kindly and intelligently.  You deserve it.

25 Facebook Responses. Oh My.

September 9th, 2010

I came home from my Disneyland Half Marathon Weekend with four awesome trophies signifying my hard work and running accomplishments.  Tuesday evening I took a picture of all four of them and posted them to my facebook page.

What a disastrous idea.

3 medals and a toenail-- each a trophy I earned

I had 25 responses to this one photo.  And they were not all in the “congratulations you rock” kind of way.

No. 

I got to have a discussion of how, and if, I care for my diabetic feet.

Really??

That is what we needed to discuss in that photo?  Wow. 

I can rationalize these responses into the commenters caring about me because they saw I had a bruised toenail, a lack of a knowledge of marathon running (a result of running 35+ miles/week for several months, bruised and missing toenails are a consequence of the sport), all sorts of rationalizations to avoid telling well-intentioned souls they have completely missed the mark.

But I’m really, REALLY tired of that rationalization and benefit of the doubt I give to others who feel free to offer unsolicited opinions and share unrelated concerns because they see me primarily as a diabetic. 

I usually don’t hear it from people who live with diabetes—it’s the ones who don’t have diabetes who feel a need to remind me I have a disease.  Hmm.

If I had a black eye after a car crash, would you tell me my diabetes might make me go blind someday? 

Did you realize that those comments assure me you see me NOT as Amy first, but as a diabetic?

What a shame.

You’re missing out.

You’re missing out on ME. 

It makes sense why many of us don’t talk about our diabetes.  Why should we?  If we know that whatever mood we’re in will be blamed not on our minds or emotions but on our blood sugars, what worth do we have as individuals?

It’s too bad; I am a complete person AND I have diabetes; they don’t eclipse each other.  They shouldn’t, and if you let someone in your life appear before you as a diabetic first, you are missing out on who they really are. 

Diabetes is hard enough, but when we feel our identities shrink in the face of the disease it is almost intolerable.  I ran all those miles, had all that fun, met all kinds of people and ran alongside people from all over the country for two really fun hours.  I trained for nearly two years to earn one of those medals.  I traveled to cities and towns I’d never seen and saw countless sunrises on the way.  Sure, I brought glucose with me and stopped to check my blood sugar I don’t know how often.  But that wasn’t what you saw.  You saw my toe.  My “diabetic” toe.

What’s more, I don’t check my feet because I have diabetes.  I pay attention to my feet because I worked for a podiatrist for more than a decade, look at them every day when I stretch, paint my toenails myself, sit with my legs crossed and my bare feet underneath me, and am more ticklish than anyone I’ve ever met.  I pay attention to my feet because I am a runner.

But some thought I needed the reminder to take care of my “diabetic feet” because they saw my bruised toe. 

I should have replied “you know, everyone gets bruises—not just people with diabetes.”

Although you don’t usually get bruised toenails from sitting on the couch.

Make sure when you find yourself in a similar spot you remember YOU can eclipse your diabetes.  Don’t let people in your life see things any other way. 

You deserve it.

Still on the Zen Thing

September 7th, 2010

Since you were born, what has your body done for you? Since you were born, what have you done for your body?  –Zen proverb

Last week I wrote a bit about what my body has done for me.  Today I want to talk about what each of us has done for our bodies.

Granted, those of us living with diabetes are at what some may consider a disadvantage because our bodies don’t function as they were designed to function.  But I don’t consider that a stopping point—I consider that a STARTING point.

It would be easy to say I’m too tired from swings in my blood sugars, too scared of going low, too busy managing my disease to take care of my body.  But as one of my bootcampers said once: “it’s not about easy.”  (Nor did anyone ever claim it would or even could be.)

I’m in this for life.

I certainly haven’t always felt this way; I know I spent time being afraid of my life with diabetes.  Growing up and before I was diagnosed, I was not encouraged to go out and run around—a scuffed knee was a big deal in my house.  But now, I see that scuffed knees heal and I want to get out and encounter the world, interact with it and experience life.

I need my body to help me do that.

So, I take care of my body now in ways I never had to as a kid and didn’t when I was a teen with type one diabetes.  I drink a lot of water to keep myself hydrated.  I try to minimize the chemicals I ingest.  I try to fill up on veggies and fruits before moving to quick carbs or fat-loaded proteins.  I try to fuel my body with quality sources of energy.

Above all, I try to exercise my body so that it knows I care about it. 

I lift weights to keep my bones strong and my muscles challenged.  I run to keep my heart healthy and my joints moving.  I stretch to reward my tired body with relaxation and increased blood flow with the nutrients my body needs.

And I don’t stop. 

Of course I take rest days when I or my body needs them.  But I don’t think exercise is only for a period of time or only until I reach a certain poundage or clothing size.

I was surprised by what happened when I started to exercise my body and get it to a weight it wanted to be.  I felt better.  My confidence rose.  My knowledge that I am a participant rather than a spectator in my life led me to new experiences, new goals, and new achievements.  What amazing benefits.

See, I don’t think any of us are supposed to ever reach the horizon—I think that’s the point.  We need it to be visible yet just out of reach so that we have someplace to dream about, someplace to reach for, and someplace to go. 

Thanks to the way I care for my body, I know I will be dreaming, reaching, and travelling for quite some time. 

Right on.

This Zen Proverb Made Me Think

September 3rd, 2010

Since you were born, what has your body done for you? Since you were born, what have you done for your body?

–Zen proverb

See, now this is a question I think separates the men from the boys, as it were. 

I know that most of us with diabetes read that first question and have a vehement response: my body gave me diabetes.  Gee, thanks.

Not.

But then the second question is where the meat is: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR YOUR BODY?

Are you hanging onto your anger at your body over developing diabetes? 

Are you letting it waste away by not challenging yourself physically?

Are you poisoning it with unnecessary chemicals?

Well; are you?

We each get one body.  ONE.  It must last us our entire lives—we do not get another chance at this.  We can’t sit back and passively destroy our bodies.

I don’t want to fight my body any more than I already do with my diabetes: I want to enlist my body as one of my best tools!  Just like I can’t leave my best tools out in the yard all year to gather dust, grime, and rust, I can’t assume my body will be okay if I don’t take care of it.

We need to get moving, get exercising, get thinking about how we can take care of our bodies.  Not only because we “should,” but because we, and our bodies, deserve it.

Since I was born, my body has done an incredible amount for me.  My legs have supported me every place I’ve ever gone.  They have endured four shots a day with only a rare mark to display the unnatural act.  My feet have been bruised, blistered, cold, and sweaty hot yet they have kept me grounded

My waist has appeared and disappeared and reappeared as I grew, matured, gained, and lost weight.  My shoulders have remained high as I faced countless challenges, only reluctantly stooping once in a blue moon. 

My arms have hugged more friends than I knew existed, and held onto my parents when my legs hadn’t yet learned to walk.  They reached for the stars and climbed tree branches and caught footballs and threw red rubber balls and bent and straightened for every pushup I’ve ever done. 

My hands have done more than I ever thought.  My fingers have felt more surfaces and touched more and bled more than most, I am sure.  My hands remain strong to hold a friend’s hand in need, to pat someone on the back for a job well done, to high five a child and to shake paws with a good dog.  My fingers have followed the lines of miniscule type in too many law books and I have watched them quiver when I have been low.  My fingers placed my husband’s wedding band on his finger as we held each other’s hands.

This weekend, my body is taking me for a run through one of the happiest places on earth as I run the Disneyland Half Marathon and 5k.

I couldn’t do any of this if I didn’t have this one body. 

My body has done so much for me, despite some considerable flaws.  But when I look at what I have really received from my body, really and truly, the flaws fade away. 

My body has enabled me to BE, in this massive and wonderful world.

What has your body done for you?

I’ve Said it Before: It Takes a Village

September 2nd, 2010

I am often struck by other people.  Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way, but overall, I really like learning and observing how other people “work.”

I had an appointment last week with an esthetician I have seen several times over the past two years.  We often talk about bootcamp or running or waking up early or whatever comes up.  Last week I went in wearing a tank top, since it was hot outside. 

She saw my CGM on my arm and asked me what it was.  (I do love that people feel free to ask me; I really see that as a compliment!)  I told her, thinking we must have discussed my pump over the course of our relationship.

She started at me, her eyes big as saucers.

“Do you have type one diabetes?!”

“Yeah; I thought you knew!”

Okay.  Now.  How many people who don’t have diabetes know that there are two types of diabetes and know how to differentiate between the two? 

It turns out, her best friend was just diagnosed with type one three weeks ago.  My esthetician proceeded to ask me a zillion questions and not one of them was dumb.  She had done some serious homework.

It made me so happy.  What a wonderful friend!!

I’ve had several people tell me they know someone with diabetes (either type) but don’t know what some of the ins and outs are with living with the disease.  It made me remember the lady at Intuit who was excited to hear me say “Diabetes Outside” and had several questions for me about how she could best support the people she cares about. 

How fantastic is that; really.

For those of you with diabetes, take a second and think about the people in your life who have cared enough about you to learn what it is like to have diabetes.  Of course they can’t really ever KNOW, but it says something very powerful about YOU that they cared enough to learn what they’ve learned

Can you tell them a number and they know what it means?  (If you say 250+ do they run for sugar or do they know “low” is the magic word?)  Do they keep eye contact with you as you check your blood sugar or do they glance nervously at your fingers?  Do they suggest eating nuts when you say you need sugar?

For those of you who don’t have diabetes, I want to say thank you.  Thank you for recognizing that diabetes takes a lot of learning and a lot of guessing and a lot of trial and error. 

It means we aren’t as alone as we sometimes feel.  If that doesn’t show caring, I don’t know what does.