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    <title>Generation D.</title>
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    <title>CGM:  Cat Glucose Monitor?</title>
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    <published>2009-04-30T19:48:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T16:58:24Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Even after two decades with diabetes, nocturnal hypoglycemia has always been a weak point, and a fear, of mine. Blood sugar numbers like 40 mg/dl are ones I can muddle through in the middle of the day, but when that number crops up in the wee hours of the morning, I’m a mess. My body is especially slow to react, recover, and rebound from these lows blood sugar episodes. Part of my reason for wanting a continuous glucose monitoring system were these lows. They make me feel weak, vulnerable, and scared. But while I was waiting for my insurance company to cover costs, I had a backup plan. Actually, it wasn’t a “plan” so much as an accidental asset. Abby, my 16 lb calico mess of a cat, has an uncanny ability for reacting to nocturnal hypoglycemia. She can somehow sense it and she stirs uncomfortably until I wake up. Over the last ten years, she’s caught more night time lows than I can count, and I’m convinced it’s no accident. Scene: It’s four in the morning and I’m wiped out, asleep. So is my husband. But my blood sugar is plummeting while I rest. The air is pierced by a quiet yet purposeful: “Meow.” It takes me a minute to wake up fully, but the cats paws all over my head help push me along to consciousness. “Mmm. What? What do you want?” My forehead is sweaty. My mouth is tingly and my hands are unresponsive. My brain knows...</summary>
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        &lt;p&gt;Even after &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2006/09/the_changing_face_of_diabetes.html"&gt;two decades with diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, nocturnal hypoglycemia has always been a weak point, and a fear, of mine.  Blood sugar numbers like 40 mg/dl are ones I can muddle through in the middle of the day, but when that number crops up in the wee hours of the morning, I’m a mess.  My body is especially slow to react, recover, and rebound from these lows blood sugar episodes.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Part of my reason for wanting a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/06/thankful_for_the_bubble.html"&gt;continuous glucose monitoring system&lt;/a&gt; were these lows.  They make me feel weak, vulnerable, and scared.  But while I was waiting for my insurance company to cover costs, I had a backup plan.  Actually, it wasn’t a “plan” so much as an accidental asset.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Abby, my 16 lb calico mess of a cat, has an uncanny ability for reacting to nocturnal hypoglycemia.  She can somehow sense it and she stirs uncomfortably until I wake up.  Over the last ten years, she’s caught more &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/high_and_lows/blood-sugar-levels.html"&gt;night time lows&lt;/a&gt; than I can count, and I’m convinced it’s no accident.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Scene:  It’s four in the morning and I’m wiped out, asleep.  So is my husband.  But my blood sugar is plummeting while I rest.  The air is pierced by a quiet yet purposeful:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Meow.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It takes me a minute to wake up fully, but the cats paws all over my head help push me along to consciousness.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Mmm.  What?  What do you want?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My forehead is sweaty.  My mouth is tingly and my hands are unresponsive.   My brain knows I’m low but my body is having a hard time moving to correct the problem. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Meow.”  More insistent this time.   This cat isn’t very small, so when she walks circles around my head, the pillow lists to one side.   She meows and bleats until I start to stir.   At this point, I’m on diabetes auto-pilot, reaching for my meter and &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/blood-sugar-testing.html"&gt;testing&lt;/a&gt; without thinking about my movements.  My meter confirms the low and I tumbled out of bed in search of juice.  Abby follows me to the kitchen, circling like a shark while I treat my low.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wish I was kidding about this.  I realize how completely silly it sounds, claiming that my old fluffy cat can detect low blood sugars.  But there’s been a lot of evidence put forth about animals and their ability to “sniff out” a low.  I’ve heard about those “hypo-awareness dogs” that are specially trained to help people manage hypoglycemic  unawareness.   (They’ve even been talked about on &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/dlife_media/tv/"&gt;dLifeTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!)  And it makes sense that animals, with their keen sense of smell, would detect any “scent” released during a nocturnal hypoglycemic reaction.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Remember that kid from Jerry McGuire that said “Dogs and bees can smell fear?”  I’m beginning to think that dogs and cats can smell lows.  Or at least that’s the only explanation I can come up with for Abby, my enormous cat of more than 10 years, who was my furry version of a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/cgms.html"&gt;CGM&lt;/a&gt; for years.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now, when the &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/04/beeeeeeeeep.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dexcom BEEEEEEEP!s&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of the night, I hear it in harmony with the “meows” coming from Abby atop my head.   My diabetes is protected by my glucose monitor and my cat.  (There’s a statement I never though I’d say!)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As far as diabetes management tools go, Abby is definitely the cutest I’ve found so far.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>The Benefits of Benefits</title>
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    <published>2009-01-30T20:50:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-30T21:01:14Z</updated>
    
    <summary>When I was a kid, I had the luxury of being on my parents’ insurance policy. So I didn’t have even the slightest clue about what it takes to navigate managing a chronic illness within the confines of medical insurance. As far as I was concerned, test strips arrived randomly and were stacked in the bathroom cabinet, syringes were delivered as often as the mail, and a six pack of insulin was always on tap in the fridge. It wasn’t until college that I realized “Oh crap, I’m going to be on my own when I graduate, and I’d better get myself a job with benefits.” Diabetes hasn’t compromised my ability to fall in love, make friends, or have fun, but it has definitely put a damper on my freedom. Due to the constant maintenance drugs and the lurking possibility of a health-related emergency, medical insurance is an absolute necessity. Without insurance, my financial health would dictate my medical health. In regular Kerri-terms, this means “No backpacking across Europe for three months unless you’re on insurance-supported sabbatical from your job or have medical insurance through your spouse.” This constant quest for insurance had me working two days after I graduated from college. It’s also kept me at jobs I haven’t liked, and has kept me timing my quit-start dates between jobs so that there isn’t a moment of lapsed coverage. I don’t envy people who can eat whatever they want without bolusing and I don’t harbor resentment towards those who...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
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        &lt;p&gt;When I was a kid, I had the luxury of being on my parents’ insurance policy.  So I didn’t have even the slightest clue about what it takes to navigate managing a chronic illness within the confines of medical insurance.  As far as I was concerned, test strips arrived randomly and were stacked in the bathroom cabinet, syringes were delivered as often as the mail, and a six pack of insulin was always on tap in the fridge.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2006/08/collegebound_kerri.html"&gt;until college&lt;/a&gt; that I realized “Oh crap, I’m going to be on my own when I graduate, and I’d better get myself a job with benefits.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Diabetes hasn’t compromised my ability to fall in love, make friends, or have fun, but it has definitely put a damper on my freedom.  Due to the constant maintenance drugs and the lurking possibility of a health-related emergency, medical insurance is an absolute necessity.  Without insurance, my financial health would dictate my medical health.  In regular Kerri-terms, this means “No backpacking across Europe for three months unless you’re on insurance-supported sabbatical from your job or have medical insurance through your spouse.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This constant quest for insurance had me working two days after I graduated from college.  It’s also kept me at jobs I haven’t liked, and has kept me timing my quit-start dates between jobs so that there isn’t a moment of lapsed coverage.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don’t envy people who can eat whatever they want without bolusing and I don’t harbor resentment towards those who don’t worry about &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/09/fashionable_pumping.html"&gt;hiding their diabetes  hardware&lt;/a&gt;, but I do have a lot of wistfulness for a more whim-lead life.  From my vantage point – type 1 diabetic for 22 years – I can’t understand the idea of just freelancing or saving money and then traveling for a few weeks or “quitting that crappy job and seeing what happens.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In these &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/Viewpoints/rachel_100808.html"&gt;tough economic times&lt;/a&gt;, people are far more careful about taking job risks and are in that “save for a rainy day” mindset.  I think that the country as a whole has finally caught up with how diabetics have been forced to think for our entire lives.  I feel like a little &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/"&gt;type 1&lt;/a&gt;/type A squirrel, hording test strips and insulin and pump supplies “just in case.”  With a disease that requires a good amount of maintenance and work just to cling to status quo, my brain doesn’t even allow itself to think whimsically.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In addition to being a whimsy-limiting factor, insurance can also be a battlefield.  Over the course of 2008, I fought for months against my insurance company because they continually denied coverage for my &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/continuous_glucose_monitoring.html"&gt;continuous glucose monitoring system&lt;/a&gt;.  As someone who has been diabetic for decades, is pursuing &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/07/getting_body_ready_for_baby.html"&gt;pre-pregnancy planning&lt;/a&gt;, and struggles to keep my A1C steady, you’d think I would be an ideal candidate for approval.  But it took eight months of appealing (multiple times, including letters from my doctor, the CGM company, me, my mom, the Pope, Bono, and three of the original members of Menudo) in order for the &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/10/approved.html" target="_blank"&gt;denial to be overturned&lt;/a&gt;.  The thrill of victory was a bit soured by the frustration of having to do it in the first place.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There are things to be thankful for, though.  I have a job I enjoy very much, plenty of time off for fun, and I have the diabetes-equivalent of a “keg” of insulin in my fridge.  I work hard to maintain my health and I make sure I appreciate the benefit of benefits, perhaps in ways that my other friends don’t.   Insurance isn’t perfect (far from it), but as the economy tumbles, I’m grateful to have it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>Handling The Holidays</title>
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    <published>2008-12-31T13:54:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T14:26:57Z</updated>
    
    <summary>With decadent holiday desserts book ending every massive meal, bowls of foil-wrapped candies in every office, and flutes of sparkling champagne as we ring in the New Year, diabetes can be the epitome of challenging during the holiday season. We even have those blasted sugarplums dancing around in our heads. There is no reprieve! What is a diabetic to do during the holidays? How can I make these healthy holidays? One of the biggest hurdles for me is the fact that my husband and I travel to our home state of Rhode Island for the holidays. Both of our families are from RI, so when we visit, we stay with various members of our gene pool. While I love spending time with our loved ones, it’s tough to maintain a steady schedule when I’m living out of a suitcase for days on end. Eating consistently healthy is tough because we don’t have our well-stocked kitchen and getting regular exercise is a challenge because we’re 2 ½ hours from our gym. With these kinds of holiday hoops to jump through, how can I have fun and still keep my meter averages from launching into the stratosphere? I’ve found that when I’m forced to bring my diabetes management on the road, I tend to get a little silly. For example, a workout may not take place on the treadmill, but I can cruise the mall for some power shopping. (Yes, walking around the mall in Providence with all those shopping bags totally...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
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        &lt;p&gt;With decadent holiday desserts book ending every massive meal, bowls of foil-wrapped candies in every office, and flutes of sparkling champagne as we &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/special_occasions/new_years.html"&gt;ring in the New Year&lt;/a&gt;, diabetes can be the epitome of challenging during the holiday season. We even have those blasted sugarplums dancing around in our heads.  There is no reprieve! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What is a diabetic to do during the holidays?  How can I make these healthy holidays?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One of the biggest hurdles for me is the fact that my husband and I travel to our home state of Rhode Island for the holidays.  Both of our families are from RI, so when we visit, we stay with various members of our gene pool.  While I love spending time with our loved ones, it’s tough to maintain a steady schedule when I’m living out of a suitcase for days on end.  &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/food_and_nutrition/"&gt;Eating&lt;/a&gt; consistently healthy is tough because we don’t have our well-stocked kitchen and getting regular exercise is a challenge because we’re 2 ½ hours from our gym.  With these kinds of holiday hoops to jump through, how can I have fun and still keep my meter averages from launching into the stratosphere?  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’ve found that when I’m forced to bring my diabetes management on the road, I tend to get a little silly.  For example, a workout may not take place on the treadmill, but I can cruise the mall for some power shopping.  (Yes, walking around the mall in Providence with all those shopping bags totally counts as exercise!)  We’ve also staged hula hoop contests with younger cousins to get a little movement in.  And if it snows, nothing burns calories like chucking snowballs at unsuspecting brothers and sisters.  While &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/exercise_and_sports/?sc4"&gt;exercise&lt;/a&gt; is a tough thing to weave into all the holiday fun, with a little determination and a heavy dose of humility, it can be done.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Healthy eating is another tricky part of "healthy holidays", but that too is an attainable goal.  Every meal offers up options, and it’s up to me to decide which ones fit best into my overall plan.  When picking through the holiday spread, I often stick with the &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/food_and_nutrition/carb_counting.html"&gt;lower carb items&lt;/a&gt; - like turkey, ham, green beans, cheeses, and salads – to help keep my numbers more stable.  I also steer clear of any beverages that might make my blood sugars high, like eggnog and specialty coffees.  (I’d rather eat my carbs than drink them!)  But since it’s the holidays and do I want to indulge a bit, I feel less guilty about grabbing that piece of cheesecake or a sliver of pie.  &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/Viewpoints/Kathryn_Foss/diabetes-routine.html"&gt;Moderation goes a long way&lt;/a&gt; in keeping me from hitting those massive post-meal spikes and also lets me actually enjoy the food I’m eating.  I hate that feeling of piling more carbs on top of an already sticky high blood sugar, so I do whatever I can do stay stable. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Over the last year, wearing a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/continuous_glucose_monitoring.html"&gt;continuous glucose monitor&lt;/a&gt; has helped a LOT in fine-tuning these management tweaks.  In particular, staying stable throughout the holiday feasts has been much easier since I’ve had the benefit of a CGM.  Checking my blood sugar trends throughout the day has helped me ward off mega-spikes and previously unanticipated lows.  This &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/12/dexcom_pros_and_cons.html"&gt;CGM safety net&lt;/a&gt; alleviates a lot of the stress of the seasonal celebrations.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;During the course of these eat, drink, and be merry days, I’m doing what I can to have fun and stick with the program. Happy, and healthy, holidays to you all, and I’ll see you next year!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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<entry>
    <title>Get Involved!</title>
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    <published>2008-11-11T16:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T14:16:31Z</updated>
    
    <summary>November is Diabetes Awareness Month, and this is a time of year that I’m particularly thankful for the diabetes community, both on and offline. Diabetes is something that has been a part of my life for over 22 years, and for so much of that time, I felt like I was the only diabetic on the planet. I didn't have any other diabetic friends, and while I had the unending support of my loved ones, they couldn't completely understand what living with diabetes is really like. I felt alone, and isolated. I started my personal diabetes blog in 2005 in hopes of connecting with others, and over the past three years, I have found hope and community in the four corners of the world. Diabetes advocacy has helped create a new career path for me here at dLife, has introduced me to some of the most inspiring people in the diabetes community, and has confirmed for me that I am not alone, not even for a second. That feeling of support and community makes dealing with diabetes easier. I feel very lucky to have the opportunity to connect with other diabetics, and this month I’m doing my part to bring diabetes awareness and support to PWD. In addition to blogging daily for the month of November at Six Until Me, I am also doing my part to raise diabetes awareness offline. I have captained two JDRF walk teams for the past few years, one for the Fairfield County, CT chapter...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;November is &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/community/november_diabetes_month.html?sc_ext_cid=100507&amp;sc_chid=1001"&gt;Diabetes Awareness Month&lt;/a&gt;, and this is a time of year that I’m particularly thankful for the diabetes community, both on and offline. Diabetes is something that has been a part of my life for over 22 years, and for so much of that time, I felt like I was the only diabetic on the planet.  I didn't have any other diabetic friends, and while I had the unending support of my loved ones, they couldn't completely understand what living with diabetes is really like.  I felt alone, and isolated.  I started my &lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com" target="_blank"&gt;personal diabetes blog&lt;/a&gt; in 2005 in hopes of connecting with others, and over the past three years, I have found hope and community in the four corners of the world.  &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/resources/diabetes_advocacy/"&gt;Diabetes advocacy&lt;/a&gt; has helped create a new career path for me here at dLife, has introduced me to some of the most inspiring people in the diabetes community, and has confirmed for me that I am not alone, not even for a second.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;That feeling of support and community makes dealing with diabetes easier.  I feel very lucky to have the opportunity to connect with other diabetics, and this month I’m doing my part to bring diabetes awareness and support to PWD.  In addition to blogging daily for the month of November at &lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com" target="_blank"&gt;Six Until Me&lt;/a&gt;, I am also doing my part to raise diabetes awareness offline. I have captained two JDRF walk teams for the past few years, one for the Fairfield County, CT chapter and another for my hometown in Rhode Island.  Connecting with both the &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/diabetes-forum/viewforum.php?f=11&amp;sid=57a2d8df6cdbed8057b82bab6cc667c7"&gt;parents of diabetic children&lt;/a&gt; and the kids themselves inspires me endlessly and makes working for more diabetes awareness such a natural inclination.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As a kid with diabetes who has "grown up" (oh, that's so in quotation marks) and become an adult with diabetes, I'm proud to show the younger kids and parents of kids with diabetes that you can grow up strong, happy, and confident while living with this disease, and I find so much inspiration in their own young lives.  Diabetes awareness and advocacy walks give me the opportunity to share a little bit of the diabetes community with my friends, my family, and my coworkers.  Having all of their support means the world to me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Working my “day job” as an editor here at dLife means there will be a steady and strong focus on diabetes awareness for the month of November, educating and inspiring beyond the diabetes community.  Whether it's explaining the difference between &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/"&gt;type 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type2_information/"&gt;type 2&lt;/a&gt; diabetes to coworkers, showing my insulin pump to an interested family member, or even confiding my deepest diabetes fears to my wonderful husband, diabetes education happens daily.  Being honest, and being patient, makes every moment with diabetes an opportunity to educate.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If you're looking to get involved in raising diabetes awareness, your options are fortunately vast and almost limitless.  Contact your local JDRF or ADA chapter and get involved with a diabetes walk or charity event.  Ask your medical team about local support groups, and if there isn't one near you, start your own!  And if you are living with diabetes, or love someone who is, think about starting your own diabetes blog, or joining different diabetes message boards and social networking communities.  Connect with others, find hope and inspiration, and show the world that there is life after diagnosis.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
        
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    <title>Fashionable Pumping</title>
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    <published>2008-09-30T18:53:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T14:16:18Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Almost five years ago, I traded in my orange-capped syringes for a beeper-sized machine and some long, plastic tubing. After seventeen years of multiple daily injections, I was finally pumping insulin. For me, insulin pumping was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my diabetes management. After my skin was tired and scarred from all the injections and after trying to deal with dawn phenomenon issues and some very scary low blood sugars, switching to a pump made sense. I was able to increase my morning basals to combat the dawn phenomenon, and precision dosing helped alleviate many of my hypoglycemic episodes. And this is all well and good, but after the pump euphoria wore off and it was business as usual, I was left with this machine. What the heck was I supposed to do with this thing every day? How would I wear it to work? To bed? Out to dinner? During intimate moments? To the beach? Part of insulin pumping is making the pump part of your daily routine, not a hindrance to it. I personally don’t want the pump to be the first thing people notice about me, so I take care to conceal it when I can and I’m creative with infusion set placement. Here’s how I wrangle in my pump: Infusion sets: While I work out regularly, there’s still plenty of real estate to explore in terms of placing my infusion sets. When I first started pumping, I was told by my diabetes...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;Almost five years ago, I traded in my orange-capped syringes for a beeper-sized machine and some long, plastic tubing.  After seventeen years of &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/treatment/insulin.page1"&gt;multiple daily injections&lt;/a&gt;, I was finally &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/treatment/insulin_insulin_pumps.html"&gt;pumping insulin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For me, insulin pumping was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my diabetes management.  After my skin was tired and scarred from all the injections and after trying to deal with dawn phenomenon issues and some very scary low blood sugars, switching to a pump made sense.  I was able to increase my morning basals to combat the dawn phenomenon, and precision dosing helped alleviate many of my hypoglycemic episodes.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And this is all well and good, but after the pump euphoria wore off and it was business as usual, I was left with this machine.  What the heck was I supposed to do with this thing every day?  How would I wear it to work?  To bed?  Out to dinner?  During intimate moments?  To the beach?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Part of insulin pumping is making the pump part of your daily routine, not a hindrance to it.  I personally don’t want the pump to be the first thing people notice about me, so I take care to conceal it when I can and I’m creative with infusion set placement.  Here’s how I wrangle in my pump:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infusion sets: &lt;/strong&gt; While I work out regularly, there’s still plenty of real estate to explore in terms of placing my infusion sets.  When I first started pumping, I was told by my diabetes educator to use my abdomen for the infusion sets.  And this worked fine for a few months, because I needed to become comfortable with my new hardware and I wanted easy, visual access. After a few months, however, I wanted more flexibility with where I was able to stash my pump, so I opened up the “real estate market.”  I currently wear my infusion set on my abdomen, outer thigh, the back of my hip, or on my arm.  Different places allow me to hide the pump in different parts of my clothes.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiding places: &lt;/strong&gt; I don’t wear the same style of clothes to work every day, so my pump stashing methods vary from outfit to outfit.  Clipping it to the pocket of jeans is an easy out – it only creates a very small bulge.  But for more streamlined pants, I have a tendency to &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog1/2006/12/in_my_sock.html" target="_blank"&gt;hide my pump in my sock&lt;/a&gt;.  Removing the clip lets me put the smooth side of the pump, button side up, against my shinbone.  A tight trouser sock holds the pump in place, and wearing the infusion set on my thigh allows enough leeway to snake the tubing down the length of my leg and into my sock.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For dresses, I’ve used some of the thigh holsters that companies are providing and I have also stuck the pump into the middle section of my bra (between the cups).  And for my recent wedding, I had the seamstress create a &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/06/diabetes_on_my_wedding_day.html"&gt;special pocket just for the pump&lt;/a&gt;.  A little extra planning goes a long way in keeping the pump hidden when being discreet suits me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclosure: &lt;/strong&gt; There are plenty of times when my pump is comfortably tucked way, but there are some times when it just doesn’t have anywhere to hide.  Like &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2006/06/diabetes_can_be_a_day_at_the_b.html"&gt;at the beach&lt;/a&gt; – whether it’s the infusion set or the pump itself, bathing suit season doesn’t leave much room for a hidden insulin pump.  Or during moments of intimacy, where the pump needs to be more accepted than concealed.  Being able to &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/04/gentle_disclosure.html"&gt;tell people about my diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, and how the pump plays a part in my management plan, makes concealing this external symptom more a preference than a forced action.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pumping insulin has been a good choice for me, allowing me to precisely dose insulin and attempt to mimic the actions of a properly working pancreas, but it has been a bit tricky integrating the hardware into my life.   Thanks to some sewing talent, patience, and a little creative thinking, I’m able to enjoy insulin pumping without making the pump my signature piece.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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<entry>
    <title>Take A Hike</title>
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    <published>2008-08-31T20:43:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T14:16:05Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I’ll admit it: I’m not much for dirt. I don’t like bugs, I get achy just thinking about sleeping on the ground, and I’m not a big fan of smelling like bug spray. So when my husband told me he wanted to go up to Bar Harbor, Maine and explore Acadia National Park, it was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a fit of giggles. “Sure, honey, I’ll go camping. We can bring the air conditioner, right?” After a long drive from Connecticut to almost-Canada, I found myself immersed in the gorgeous views and untouched natural landscape. I didn’t miss the internet one bit, and I barely thought about my to do lists. Instead, I was climbing mountains, walking for miles around ponds, and enjoying the scenery. The challenge of bringing diabetes into the wilderness is something I’m not often faced with, and I don’t tend to pack lightly. Last year, when I went white-water rafting with my now-husband, I tried to foresee as many diabetes emergencies as possible, preparing for everything from a misplaced meter to a midnight hypo. Vacationing more than a few hours from my home forces me to think about all the what-ifs and how to handle every variable while away from the comforts of my medically stocked apartment. Our plan was to camp one night outside of Acadia Park, then rough it a bit less in a bed and breakfast for the second night. I decided to keep my pump connected for...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;I’ll admit it:  I’m not much for dirt.  I don’t like bugs, I get achy just thinking about sleeping on the ground, and I’m not a big fan of smelling like bug spray.  So when my husband told me he wanted to go up to Bar Harbor, Maine and explore &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/09/kerri_in_the_wild.html" target="_blank"&gt;Acadia National Park&lt;/a&gt;, it was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a fit of giggles.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Sure, honey, I’ll go camping.  We can bring the air conditioner, right?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After a long drive from Connecticut to almost-Canada, I found myself immersed in the gorgeous views and untouched natural landscape.  I didn’t miss the internet one bit, and I barely thought about my to do lists.  Instead, I was climbing mountains, walking for miles around ponds, and enjoying the scenery.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The challenge of bringing diabetes into the wilderness is something I’m not often faced with, and I don’t tend to pack lightly.  Last year, when &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/07/a_pump_vacation.html"&gt;I went white-water rafting&lt;/a&gt; with my now-husband, I tried to foresee as many diabetes emergencies as possible, preparing for everything from a misplaced meter to a midnight hypo.  Vacationing more than a few hours from my home forces me to think about all the what-ifs and how to handle every variable while away from the comforts of my medically stocked apartment.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Our plan was to camp one night outside of Acadia Park, then rough it a bit less in a bed and breakfast for the second night.  I decided to keep my &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/treatment/insulin_insulin_pumps.html"&gt;pump&lt;/a&gt; connected for this vacation instead of taking the wireless route, so I needed to bring enough pump supplies for four days, in addition to all the other stuff.  I also brought a glucagon kit to thwart any middle of the night emergencies, and we had more juice boxes packed into our Jetta than seemed possible.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One of the best things I brought with me, though, was my Dexcom &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/continuous_glucose_monitoring.html"&gt;continuous glucose monitor&lt;/a&gt;.  I put the sensor on before we left for Maine and by the time we had arrived at Acadia, the sensor was reading almost spot on.  While climbing up Gorham Mountain (525 feet of rocky incline), it was so comforting to take a peek at the Dexcom trends and know whether or not I was dropping or rising.  Keeping tabs on my blood sugar trends kept me from over-treating when it wasn’t necessary. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was strange to see how smoothly we are able to integrate diabetes into “life.”  Even though we had a whole extra bag in the car stashed with diabetes supplies and most of our pre-camping grocery trip involved fast-acting glucose items, it wasn’t this big fat effort.  We threw the stuff we needed into the car and moved towards our weekend with excitement.  Diabetes was accommodated, but it wasn’t a big kink in our plans.  In fact, it barely got any of our attention at all.  It’s pretty ironic that my blood sugars were completely stable the entire time we were gone, instead of the tangled web of highs and lows I tend to hit.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;With the &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/06/thankful_for_the_bubble.html"&gt;Dexcom on my arm&lt;/a&gt;, the pump clipped to my shorts, and our backpack housing a few tubes of glucose gel, I was free to explore nature.  And even with bits of diabetes management here and there, I did everything my non-diabetic husband did.  I climbed to the top of Gorham Mountain.  I saw the sunrise from the top of Cadillac Mountain.  I hiked for miles around Jordan Pond and I drank blueberry tea and ate popovers at the tea house at the end of the trail.  I camped out in a tent and slept under the stars.  I toasted marshmallows and ate s’mores at midnight (and yes, I bolused like mad for these treats and tracked the numbers with my Dexcom).   I even hung out in the dirt.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And don’t tell my husband, but I think I liked it.   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;
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<entry>
    <title>Getting Body Ready For Baby</title>
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    <published>2008-07-31T19:40:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T14:15:43Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Almost two and a half months ago, I became a married woman. My husband (it’s still fun to say “husband”) and I are enjoying our status as newlyweds, and we’re both making strides forward in our careers and in our lives. While we’d like to have a family, we aren’t quite there yet. However, even though we aren’t ready to be parents at the moment, we need to start preparing my body for baby. And thanks to recent developments, this ramping-up time could be tricky. I hate to admit it, but during my wedding planning, diabetes fell to the wayside. Somehow, between creating guest lists and cake tastings, my blood sugars stopped responding to logic. Insulin didn’t bring my numbers down effectively during this high-stress time. Exercise sometimes raised my blood sugar, even if I wasn’t spilling ketones. My stress levels were so insane that every emotional blip caused a corresponding blood sugar spike. The wedding was beautiful and everything I’d dreamed it would be, but my A1C left a whole lot to be desired. My last A1C result was the highest I’ve seen in five years. Perfect. A ripe ol’ A1C, just as I’m starting to focus on pre-pregnancy planning. In addition, I was diagnosed with a rare clotting disorder, leaving my body with an elevated A1c, a propensity for clotting, and a history of mild hypertension. Discouraged but not giving up, I needed to develop a plan for my future pregnancy. I made an appointment with my endocrinologist...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;Almost two and a half months ago, &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/04/my_big_healthy_diabetes_weddin.html"&gt;I became a married woman&lt;/a&gt;.  My husband (it’s still fun to say “husband”) and I are enjoying our status as newlyweds, and we’re both making strides forward in our careers and in our lives.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While we’d like to have a family, we aren’t quite there yet.  However, even though we aren’t ready to be parents at the moment, we need to start &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/adults/women_pregnancy.html"&gt;preparing my body for baby&lt;/a&gt;.  And thanks to recent developments, this ramping-up time could be tricky.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I hate to admit it, but during my wedding planning, diabetes fell to the wayside.  Somehow, between creating guest lists and cake tastings, my blood sugars stopped responding to logic.  Insulin didn’t bring my numbers down effectively during this high-stress time.  Exercise sometimes raised my blood sugar, even if I wasn’t spilling ketones.  My &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/02/stress_spin_cycle.html"&gt;stress levels were so insane&lt;/a&gt; that every emotional blip caused a corresponding blood sugar spike.  The wedding was beautiful and everything I’d dreamed it would be, but my A1C left a whole lot to be desired.  My last A1C result was the highest I’ve seen in five years.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Perfect.  A ripe ol’ &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/Viewpoints/morrone_031307.html"&gt;A1C&lt;/a&gt;, just as I’m starting to focus on pre-pregnancy planning.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In addition, I was &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/07/blue_bird_of_happiness.html" target="_blank"&gt;diagnosed with a rare clotting disorder&lt;/a&gt;, leaving my body with an elevated A1c, a propensity for clotting, and a history of mild &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type2_information/preventing_complications/cardiovascular_hypertension.html"&gt;hypertension&lt;/a&gt;.  Discouraged but not giving up, I needed to develop a plan for my future pregnancy.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I made an appointment with my endocrinologist at the Joslin Clinic, I visited my gynecologist, and I checked in with my local primary care physician.  My gynecologist encouraged me to get my A1C closer to 6% and then, once I was ready to conceive, I should call her about three months beforehand to create a plan.  My primary care doctor said the same.  And I’m meeting with my endocrinologist next week, but I’m assuming she’ll echo the rest of my team.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While I wait for my appointment at Joslin, I am soaking in as much information as I can.  I attended a pregnancy focus group, lead by Nicole Johnson and &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/resources/dlife_bookshelf/diabesity_fran_kaufman.html"&gt;Dr. Francine Kaufman&lt;/a&gt; at the recent Children With Diabetes “Friends for Life” conference, in efforts to get some details.  &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/dlife_media/tv/njb_mydlife0807.html"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, type 1 since 1993, gave birth to her first child almost three years ago and Dr. Kaufman is a past president of the American Diabetes Association and Professor of Pediatrics, Keck School of Medicine – making these two ladies leaders in the diabetes community and terrific sources of information.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“You want to get your A1C as tight as possible, at least six months before you are ready to get pregnant.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“How tight?”  I asked.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Six percent or lower.”  Dr. Kaufman responded.  And I heard the collective intake of breath from the group.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“You’ll also want to find the right team to help you through your pregnancy and to deliver your baby.  Find a doctor who has delivered several babies to diabetic moms,” offered Nicole.   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dr. Kaufman and Nicole talked about the importance of maintaining tight control before, during, and at least through breast-feeding.  We touched base on A1C goals, questions to ask our medical team, and the importance of pre-natal vitamins.  We also talked about the different issues that may come into play during a pregnancy, like hypertension.   So many factors to consider, with so many variables for each.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mind was flooded with emotions.  I felt guilty for letting my A1C climb to a disagreeable level.  I felt scared of the potential complications related to a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/adults/women_pregnancy.html"&gt;diabetic pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;, and nervous about the health of my future baby.  I felt daunted by the task of achieving tight diabetes control.  And I felt a little bit overwhelmed by the disease. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“It’s worth it, though, right?”  I asked, reading the faces of my fellow attendees and seeing my nervousness reflected in their eyes.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“It’s totally worth it.”  Dr. Kaufman and Nicole responded in unison, without taking a breath.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Since I was about 18 years old, I knew I wanted to have a family someday, and I knew I wanted to try and carry that child myself.  I need to bring my health into a sharp and concentrated focus, despite how daunting it may seem some days.  I’m working hard to get my body ready for baby, and I want to be in optimal health when my husband and I are ready to start our family.  Having a healthy pregnancy will be a tricky maneuver, but I know in my heart that every step of this journey will be worth it. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
        
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<entry>
    <title>Thankful For The Bubble</title>
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    <published>2008-06-30T21:14:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-30T21:40:38Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I wore a brown dress from Anne Taylor. It was sleeveless and had a pretty neckline, perfect for showing off my necklace. It was flowing and cotton and just right for a hot summer day in New York City. My husband and I were heading to Radio City Music Hall to see Eddie Izzard perform, and I was so excited for our night out. Walking towards the entrance, I felt this strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I turned around and saw two women talking behind their hands, gesturing towards my shoulder. They looked like they had just stepped in something disagreeable and their noses were wrinkled. I realized they were staring at me. At the Dexcom sensor I was wearing on my arm. For the last few months, I have been experimenting with wearing a continuous glucose monitoring system to help me tighten up my diabetes control. Now that my wedding is behind me, motherhood is ahead. Even though my husband and I are not planning to have children for another year or so, I’m already thinking about preparing my body for baby. The Dexcom system proved to be my CGM of choice, so I’ve been wearing the sensors sporadically as I muck through the insurance coverage process. Getting insurance to cover a CGM device is a process altogether. Insurance companies most often don’t want to cover these devices, deeming them “not medically necessary.” Letters of medical necessity are written, claims are denied, and the cycle continues –...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;I wore a brown dress from Anne Taylor.  It was sleeveless and had a pretty neckline, perfect for showing off my necklace.  It was flowing and cotton and just right for a hot summer day in New York City.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My husband and I were heading to Radio City Music Hall &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/06/radio_city_music_izzard.html" target="_blank"&gt;to see Eddie Izzard perform&lt;/a&gt;, and I was so excited for our night out.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Walking towards the entrance, I felt this strange feeling, like someone was watching me.  I turned around and saw two women talking behind their hands, gesturing towards my shoulder.  They looked like they had just stepped in something disagreeable and their noses were wrinkled.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I realized they were staring at me.  At the &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/06/dexcom_days.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dexcom sensor I was wearing on my arm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For the last few months, I have been &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/12/cgm_polaroid_to_streaming_vide.html"&gt;experimenting with wearing a continuous glucose monitoring system&lt;/a&gt; to help me tighten up my diabetes control.  Now that my wedding is behind me, motherhood is ahead.  Even though my husband and I are not planning to have children for another year or so, I’m already thinking about &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/adults/women_pregnancy.html"&gt;preparing my body for baby&lt;/a&gt;.  The Dexcom system proved to be my CGM of choice, so I’ve been wearing the sensors sporadically as I muck through the insurance coverage process.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Getting insurance to cover a CGM device is a process altogether.  Insurance companies most often don’t want to cover these devices, deeming them “not medically necessary.”  Letters of medical necessity are written, claims are denied, and the cycle continues – with the patient paying out of pocket for these expenses if they chose to move forward with making them part of their management plan.  Adding insult to injury, the devices and their sensor counterparts are not cheap and they are not small.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;However, for my health and the health of my future child, I’ve decided to use one to protect me from chronic highs and sneaky, devastatingly low blood sugars. &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/inspiration_expert_advice/expert_columns/close_082007.html"&gt;Using a CGM&lt;/a&gt; is an expensive, sometimes uncomfortable, and occasionally frustrating decision.  But I’m trying to make the best decisions for my diabetes life.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And these women were staring at my arm, looking at me like I was some kind of freak.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I tried to shake it off.  I shot them a pointed look to let them know I noticed their stares, squared my shoulders, and continued to walk into the building.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“What is it, Kerri?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Nothing.  Actually, those ladies outside were burning holes in the back of my arm with their stares.  But whatever.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We moved through the lobby, pushing past throngs of people.  But as we passed, I noticed that more and more people were staring.  A man tapped his wife on the shoulder and pointed, then they both made a disagreeable face.  Another woman laughed and gestured at me.  And one man said to his friend, “What the f@*% does that girl have on her arm?  That is disgusting.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My face was hot and I felt so angry.  Don’t these people know that I’m trying to be healthy?  I’m not doing this so they can stare and point.  I’m not happy that this device is attracting their stares.  I just want a healthy body, and eventually, a healthy baby.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Did you hear that guy?  He said I was disgusting.”  I was furious, my face flushed with rage.  “They just stared at me and made faces and didn’t their mother tell them not to stare, I mean really!”  I was rambling.  I was mad.  How dare they make me feel stupid for making this decision?  How dare they point and laugh and make me feel like less of a person for choosing this device?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then my high horse came galloping to a stop.  I forget how good I have it sometimes.   I forget that &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/02/love_me_love_my_diabetes_1.html"&gt;my husband completely accepts and understands all aspects of diabetes&lt;/a&gt;.  I forget that my friends and family do, too.  I also forget that my office culture is one of diabetes education and empowerment.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I forget that my world understands, but outside of my bubble, people aren’t familiar with this technology.  They don’t see a woman who is taking care of herself.  Instead, they see a girl in a brown dress who had a black box stuck to the back of her arm with a white circle of gauze.  They stared because they didn’t understand.  Because they don’t have to understand.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In one swift moment, I was thankful for my bubble.  And I was thankful for having access to a whole community of people who understand.  This realization quieted my anger and made me care less about the looks I was getting.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We sat down in our seats and the woman next to me took a quick glance at my arm.  I smiled at her.  She smiled back.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Diabetes,” I said, gesturing towards the &lt;a href="http://www.dexcom.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dexcom&lt;/a&gt; and offering another grin.  “It’s for my diabetes.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She leaned in and turned up her hearing aid.  “Diabetes?  My nephew’s wife has diabetes.  Haven’t they come a long way with all that technology?  It’s amazing.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“It is.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
        
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<entry>
    <title>Honeymoonin'</title>
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    <published>2008-05-30T20:56:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T21:33:18Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Well folks, I am officially a married columnist. My wedding day itself was beautiful, all of our friends and family members were there, and of course a few things went a bit wrong, but I was too dang excited to care. My diabetes, thankfully, behaved itself for the most part, leaving me to enjoy becoming a wife in peace. The morning after our wedding, my husband and I found ourselves at the airport, suitcases at our sides and sparkly new rings on our fingers. We were euphoric from the day before, excited for our honeymoon, and exhausted from all the preparations. Going on vacation requires planning and packing for everyone, but for a person with diabetes, there’s a bit more in the carry-on than toiletries and a paperback. For our ten day vacation, I needed to back at least three weeks worth of diabetes supplies. My diabetes supply bag contained the following: • Two bottles of Humalog insulin • Six infusion sets • Three reservoirs for the insulin pump • I.V. prep wipes for site changes • A bottle of Lantus (in case the pump fails) • AAA batteries for the pump • Several boxes of test strips • A back-up glucose meter • A bag of syringes • A handful of lancets • A travel sharps container • Glucose tabs • Medical alert card • Emergency contact numbers • Letter from my endocrinologist stating that I have diabetes and use an insulin pump to manage my condition (this comes...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;Well folks, I am officially a married columnist.  My &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/06/diabetes_on_my_wedding_day.html" target="_blank"&gt;wedding day itself was beautiful&lt;/a&gt;, all of our friends and family members were there, and of course a few things went a bit wrong, but I was too dang excited to care.  My diabetes, thankfully, behaved itself for the most part, leaving me to enjoy becoming a wife in peace.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The morning after our wedding, my husband and I found ourselves at the airport, suitcases at our sides and sparkly new rings on our fingers.  We were euphoric from the day before, excited for our honeymoon, and exhausted from all the preparations.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Going on vacation requires planning and packing for everyone, but &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/traveling_with_diabetes/index.html"&gt;for a person with diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, there’s a bit more in the carry-on than toiletries and a paperback.  For our ten day vacation, I needed to back at least three weeks worth of diabetes supplies.   My diabetes supply bag contained the following:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;•	Two bottles of Humalog insulin&lt;br /&gt;
•	Six infusion sets&lt;br /&gt;
•	Three reservoirs for the &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/treatment/insulin_insulin_pumps.html"&gt;insulin pump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
•	I.V. prep wipes for site changes&lt;br /&gt;
•	A bottle of Lantus (in case the pump fails)&lt;br /&gt;
•	AAA batteries for the pump&lt;br /&gt;
•	Several boxes of test strips&lt;br /&gt;
•	A back-up glucose meter&lt;br /&gt;
•	A bag of syringes&lt;br /&gt;
•	A handful of lancets&lt;br /&gt;
•	A travel sharps container&lt;br /&gt;
•	Glucose tabs&lt;br /&gt;
•	Medical alert card &lt;br /&gt;
•	Emergency contact numbers&lt;br /&gt;
•	Letter from my endocrinologist stating that I have diabetes and use an insulin pump to manage my condition (this comes in handy when people at the airport ask me to check my pump in my suitcase)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It seems like an awful lot to pack for just over a week of travel, but this supply kit takes all kinds of variables into account, from a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/09/when_technology_fails.html"&gt;broken pump&lt;/a&gt; to a water-logged meter.  I feel prepared for all kinds of hiccups with this bag by my side.  Now airport security … that’s a whole other matter.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’m not very comfortable with flying (read:  terrified), so &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/traveling_with_diabetes/security_guidelines_for_air_travel.html"&gt;going through airport security&lt;/a&gt; is usually a bit of a challenge.  Something about taking off my shoes and having my body scanned unnerved me.  It doesn’t help that airport security is not very familiar with an insulin pump.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Miss, you need to remove your cell phone.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Excuse me, that mp3 player is not allowed through security.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Remove that from your waist immediately, ma’am, or I will have to escort you to a search room.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And my personal favorite from the customs agent at the connecting flight in North Carolina:  “Is that your garage door opener?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“No, sir.  This is not my garage door opener.  This is an insulin pump.  For diabetes.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Dang.  I was thinking to myself, ‘That girl loves her garage door opener!  Bringin’ it all the way to the airport.’”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(And this man works for the United States Customs office?)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Once we arrived at the resort, diabetes took a back seat to our honeymoon activities.  We ate at fancy restaurants every night (after &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/"&gt;testing my blood sugar&lt;/a&gt;, bolusing accordingly, and keeping a tube of glucose gel in my purse), taking in the local flavors and enjoying a glass of champagne or two.  We rode horses on the beach and took pictures in the garden.  We even went to the gym a number of times, working out against a backdrop of palm trees.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What proved to be the trickiest activity was anything water-related.  Since we were enjoying the tropical weather of Punta Cana, most of our days were spent either &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2006/06/diabetes_can_be_a_day_at_the_b.html"&gt;on the beach or at the pool&lt;/a&gt;.  Blood sugars held steady and my meter remained shaded from the sun, but keeping my pump infusion sets from peeling away was a bit of a challenge.   Usually, my sites stay stuck for at least three days.  On vacation, I was lucky to have it hanging on by a thread on day two.  It helped to apply some medical tape to the gauze of my infusion set, keeping it secured against my skin.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;At the end of our vacation, we were relaxed, tanned, and newly-wedded.  Diabetes didn't keep me from enjoying my first vacation with my husband.  And now that the &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2008/02/stress_spin_cycle.html"&gt;wedding stress&lt;/a&gt; is behind us, we can focus on our life together and what our future may hold.  &lt;/p&gt;

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    <title>My Big, Healthy Diabetes Wedding</title>
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    <published>2008-04-30T19:38:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T21:32:56Z</updated>
    
    <summary>On Sunday, May 18th, I will be married. Gulp. Even writing that sentence made my stomach leap a little bit. My now-fiancé proposed just over a year ago, as we vacationed in St. John last March. It was the most romantic, unexpected moment of my life and I said “Yes!” with tears in my eyes and hope in my heart. There wasn’t any thought to my blood sugar or my pump or anything to do with my diabetes – at that moment, it was just me and the person who loves me most, committing to one another for life. Since the big “yes,” we’ve been embroiled in the “wedding machine,” negotiating with vendors, balancing budgets, and reigning in relatives. We’ve planned our wedding dinner from literal soup to nuts (only we’re having cake instead of nuts). We have ordered dozens of flowers and fitted blushing bridesmaids into their gowns. We’ve sent out invitations and selected a song for our first dance. But it wasn’t until recently that diabetes management actually became part of the wedding plan. When I was diagnosed in second grade, I didn’t think about how it would affect my wedding day. To be honest, I didn’t anticipate that diabetes would still be a part of my life. Hopeful doctors said “five years until a cure” and I believed them. However, diabetes attended every science fair and every awkward middle school dance. When I graduated high school and walked across the stage for my diploma, it was there,...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;On Sunday, May 18th, I will be married.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gulp.&lt;/em&gt;  Even writing that sentence made my stomach leap a little bit.  My now-fiancé &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog1/2007/03/this_is_the_part_where_you_say_1.html" target="_blank"&gt;proposed just over a year ago&lt;/a&gt;, as we vacationed in St. John last March.  It was the most romantic, unexpected moment of my life and I said “Yes!” with tears in my eyes and hope in my heart.  There wasn’t any thought to my blood sugar or my pump or anything to do with my diabetes – at that moment, it was just &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/02/love_me_love_my_diabetes_1.html"&gt;me and the person who loves me most&lt;/a&gt;, committing to one another for life.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Since the big “yes,” we’ve been embroiled in the “wedding machine,” negotiating with vendors, balancing budgets, and reigning in relatives.  We’ve planned our wedding dinner from literal soup to nuts (only we’re having cake instead of nuts).  We have ordered dozens of flowers and fitted blushing bridesmaids into their gowns.  We’ve sent out invitations and selected a song for our first dance.  But it wasn’t until recently that diabetes management actually became part of the wedding plan.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When I was &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/kids/"&gt;diagnosed in second grade&lt;/a&gt;, I didn’t think about how it would affect my wedding day.  To be honest, I didn’t anticipate that diabetes would still be a part of my life.  Hopeful doctors said “five years until a cure” and I believed them.  However, diabetes attended every science fair and every awkward middle school dance.  When I graduated high school and walked across the stage for my diploma, it was there, too.  And I graduated college with honors, and with diabetes.  But I still held close my hope for a cure.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So when I was trying on wedding gowns a few months ago, it was a bittersweet moment to turn to the seamstress and ask, “Can you create a pocket in this dress for my insulin pump?”  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Diabetes is a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/"&gt;part of my everyday life&lt;/a&gt;, and I needed to accept that it would also be a part of my biggest day.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Admittedly, blending my wedding day and my diabetes management has not been too difficult.   (A seating chart for 240 people, incorporating two sets of divorced parents?  &lt;em&gt;That’s&lt;/em&gt; difficult.)  I chose the wedding gown that made me feel appropriately princess-y, then had the talented seamstresses add a &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2008/01/every_bit_the_bride.html" target="_blank"&gt;small pocket for my insulin pump&lt;/a&gt; in the side of my dress.  With the pump infusion set on my outer thigh, the tubing snakes through the slip and the bottom layer of the dress, coming to rest in a pocket that is invisible from the outside.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And treating any potential &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/high_and_lows/index_p3.html"&gt;low blood sugars&lt;/a&gt; during the service?  I’ve got that covered.  Thanks to the secret-agent skills of my florist, the bouquet held by my maid of honor comes with blooming roses, some ribbon, and a spot in the grip of the bouquet to slip a small tube of cake gel.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;How about dealing with a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/weather/weather_emergencies.html"&gt;diabetes emergency&lt;/a&gt; at the reception?  Covered!  Behind the head table at the reception hall is a very small dressing room, hidden by a masked door and stocked with a small refrigerator.  In this room, I will keep a bottle of insulin, a syringe, my meter, some juice, and glucose tabs to combat any blood sugar issues.  I can slip easily in and out of this room without having to excuse myself for more than a minute from the reception festivities.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These details are small, yet crucial.  I do not want even a moment of my wedding day to be affected by diabetes.  I am hopeful that this fastidious planning will help keep any disasters at bay.  I’d rather worry about having blue skies on my wedding day than &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/high_and_lows/"&gt;low blood sugars&lt;/a&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Either way, I plan to laugh, love, and dance myself silly on my wedding day.  Diabetes may have its stronghold, but love conquers all.    &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>Passing the Torch</title>
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    <published>2008-03-31T15:08:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T15:49:19Z</updated>
    
    <summary>When I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, I was just starting second grade. My hair was set in pigtails, my sneakers were untied, and my nails were dirty from playing outside. I don’t remember much about my diagnosis, other than a two week stay in the hospital, during which I learned how to inject an orange with saline. I remember my parents crying at first, but they quickly wiped their tears and set about learning how to manage my disease. My mother was taught to give me injections that first day at the hospital. She learned how to draw air back into a syringe, push the air into the insulin bottle to keep it pressurized, and to pull back the plunger until the correct dose was housed in the needle. She learned to wipe my skin with an alcohol swab, pinch up my arm, and press the needle into my body. I was resistant to this new routine, and would sometimes hide behind the curtains in the living room, hoping she wouldn’t see my tiny feet sticking out. I remember those first few weeks, crying because the needles scared me. I didn’t realize that my mother was scared, too. I was a little kid when I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes; old enough to ride a bike but not nearly old enough to have any concept of mortality. I wanted to go outside and play with my friends, not spend time in the hospital tending to my disease....</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;When I was diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/"&gt;type 1 diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, I was just starting second grade.  My hair was set in pigtails, my sneakers were untied, and my nails were dirty from playing outside.  I don’t remember much about my diagnosis, other than a two week stay in the hospital, during which I learned how to inject an orange with saline.  I remember my parents crying at first, but they quickly wiped their tears and set about learning how to manage my disease.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mother was taught to &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/treatment/insulin.page1"&gt;give me injections&lt;/a&gt; that first day at the hospital.  She learned how to draw air back into a syringe, push the air into the insulin bottle to keep it pressurized, and to pull back the plunger until the correct dose was housed in the needle.  She learned to wipe my skin with an alcohol swab, pinch up my arm, and press the needle into my body.  I was resistant to this new routine, and would sometimes hide behind the curtains in the living room, hoping she wouldn’t see my tiny feet sticking out.  I remember those first few weeks, crying because the needles scared me.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I didn’t realize that my mother was scared, too.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was a &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/kids/"&gt;little kid when I was diagnosed&lt;/a&gt; with type 1 diabetes; old enough to ride a bike but not nearly old enough to have any concept of mortality.  I wanted to go outside and play with my friends, not spend time in the hospital tending to my disease.  In efforts to keep my childhood “normal” - with sleepovers, dance classes, and soccer games - my mother &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/bayer/bayer_caregiver_index.html"&gt;shouldered the burden of my diabetes&lt;/a&gt;.  She drove to my friends’ houses at 6:30 in the morning to administer my insulin injection, careful not to wake any of my buddies who were tucked into their sleeping bags.  She also hid the ice cream sandwiches in the box of frozen broccoli so I wouldn’t be able to find them, but I realize now it was all in effort to keep me safe.  (And besides, I found them anyway.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As I grew older and took more responsibility for my life, I also inherited more responsibility for my disease management.  I can’t pinpoint when the shift happened, but I went from having my blood sugar tested every morning to testing it myself.  Instead of waiting for my mother to draw up in my injection, I drew back the plunger myself.  Diabetes went from “ours” to “mine.”  The torch was passed, and I took it and ran.  I didn’t move forward without my share of stumbling, but I felt ready to deal with what my parents had managed for so many years.  They made it feel normal.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But, truth be told, I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to care for a diabetic child.  The stress of managing type 1 diabetes manifests in more than &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/"&gt;blood sugars&lt;/a&gt; and boluses.  It’s a very emotional disease, with a botched number often making parents feel guilty.  “What didn’t I do right?  What did I miss?”  As a diabetic and fully responsible for my daily care, I understand this guilt and I deeply appreciate how hard my parents worked to shelter me from that feeling.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Diabetes affects more than just the person living with it – it can touch an entire family, a whole office, or even a community.  For me, diabetes may have been “my disease,” but my mother and father were stand-ins for my pancreas as I grew up.  My brother and sister had to grapple with the emotional burden of both fearing and envying the attention I received due to different medical situations.  And now, as I am six weeks from my wedding and about to start a new chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2007/02/love_me_love_my_diabetes_1.html"&gt;my life with my fiancé&lt;/a&gt;, diabetes becomes part of his life and his family.  With this disease, there is so much to manage.  But with the help of a supportive family and loving friends, it is much easier to keep the torch burning.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>Stress Spin Cycle</title>
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    <published>2008-02-29T18:56:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T19:12:38Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Between planning my wedding, managing my career, and making sense of my diabetes management plan, I feel like I’ve been thrown into the spin cycle of my washing machine. But it’s tough for me to be easy-going and relaxed, for the most part. Being “chill” doesn’t feel like part of my nature. The effects of stress on my diabetes are almost instant, and pretty debilitating. I know that all of this cortisol coursing around in my body isn't good on several levels (contributing to higher blood pressure, hyperglycemia, impaired cognitive function ... wait, what was I saying?) and I completely believe that diabetes management is as much mental as it is physical. If I’m feeling overwhelmed with the tasks of “regular life,” I’m less apt to pay rapt attention to my diet or take the time to dutifully monitor my blood sugars. People who don’t have diabetes are not as quick to understand this concept. I hear a lot of “Well, just test regularly and be careful with what you eat and calculate the correct insulin doses and you should be fine, right?” Ah, if only it were that simple. Unfortunately, the variables are never taken into account, like how stress hormones make my blood sugars shoot up into the stratosphere, or how it can be challenging to negotiate a busy workday and a bouncing blood sugar. Diabetes is a careful balance of close monitoring and acceptance: I need to closely monitor my numbers and do my best to stay...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;Between planning my wedding, managing my career, and making sense of my diabetes management plan, I feel like I’ve been thrown into the spin cycle of my washing machine.  But it’s tough for me to be easy-going and relaxed, for the most part.  Being “chill” doesn’t feel like part of my nature. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The effects of stress on my diabetes are almost instant, and pretty debilitating. I know that all of this &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/diabetes-news/2008/02/stress_hormone_impacts_memory.html"&gt;cortisol&lt;/a&gt; coursing around in my body isn't good on several levels (contributing to higher blood pressure, hyperglycemia, impaired cognitive function ... wait, what was I saying?) and I completely believe that diabetes management is as much mental as it is physical.  If I’m feeling overwhelmed with the tasks of  “regular life,” I’m less apt to pay rapt attention to &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/food_and_nutrition/"&gt;my diet&lt;/a&gt; or take the time to dutifully monitor my blood sugars.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;People who don’t have diabetes are not as quick to understand this concept.  I hear a lot of “Well, just test regularly and be careful with what you eat and calculate the correct insulin doses and you should be fine, right?”  Ah, if only it were that simple.  Unfortunately, the variables are never taken into account, like how stress hormones make my blood sugars shoot up into the stratosphere, or how it can be challenging to negotiate a busy workday and a bouncing blood sugar.  Diabetes is a careful balance of close monitoring and acceptance:  I need to closely &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/bayer/caregiver_understanding_the_numbers.html"&gt;monitor my numbers&lt;/a&gt; and do my best to stay as healthy as possible, but I must accept that this is a difficult disease to manage and perfection is not possible.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It’s hard for me to determine if diabetes caused me to be more of a perfectionist, or if I would have been that way without the diabetes. Would I be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_A_personality" target="_blank"&gt;type A&lt;/a&gt; even without type 1?  Diagnosed when I was a small child and having essentially no memories of life before diabetes, I can’t determine what caused what.  All I know is that I am constantly striving to mimic the mindset of a fully-functioning pancreas, asking my brain to compensate for the shortcomings of my body.  The burden of good health is placed upon every move I make, and the stress and guilt of that pressure is sometimes suffocating.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But stress leads to more troublesome numbers.  I realized that I needed to stop the cycle.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In order to better manage my stress, I had to identify my stressors. Between work, personal projects, and the wedding, I often feel overwhelmed by the tasks that need to be done and instead of tackling the "to do" list, I end up intimidated and spinning my wheels.  I needed to really isolate the things that need to be done and prioritize them appropriately. Knowing what truly takes priority and not assigning myself too many tasks can help me make better use of my time.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Over the course of the last few weeks, I have implemented the use of different breathing exercises to achieve a calmer state, because even if I'm trying my best to avoid stressors, they will still find me.  Using articles I’ve found on the Internet, I’ve done some self-guided meditation to help keep me centered.   &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/adults/sleep.html"&gt;Getting myself to bed&lt;/a&gt; consistently earlier (instead of letting midnight come and go without my head against the pillow) has helped me feel more relaxed and well-rested.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But above all, I’m learning to disconnect – literally and figuratively. With almost 90% of my day job involving computers and so much of my &lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com"&gt;freelance work&lt;/a&gt; along the same lines, my computers and I are close buddies – way too close.  I have made conscious efforts to keep the computer off at home some nights and instead enjoy the companionship of my husband-to-be.  At first, I kept thinking about the things I needed to do, but after a few nights of disconnecting, it felt good to have a few hours to relax.  Making time for myself to do absolutely nothing has made a huge difference in my stress levels.  &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/inspiration_expert_advice/expert_columns/rubin_stress.html"&gt;Stress management&lt;/a&gt; has been on the top of my list for the last few months, and I've finally given it the priority it deserves.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <title>Fit To Be Tied</title>
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    <published>2008-01-29T19:51:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T19:12:17Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I used to be great at making up excuses: too busy, too tired, too low, too high, too bored, too uninspired. My brain was trained to blurt out excuses for avoiding exercise. My exercise routine was a sad state of affairs, and my body paid the price with a higher BMI and fluctuating A1Cs. After realizing that my stress levels, blood sugars, and pants sizes could all be lowered with the help of some good old-fashioned running around, I set my mind to achieve a fitter state of mind and body. I wanted to be a gym rat when I grew up! So much of my life revolves around the pursuit of good health. There's my job, where I am often found perusing diabetes-related press releases, checking out the latest websites about endocrine health and wellness, and writing about what day-to-day life with diabetes entails. Then there's my handsome fiancé, who has spent time as a personal trainer, writes for various fitness venues, eats a regimented, healthy diet, and has a physique that is evidence of time well-spent at the gym. Oh, and then there is the whole "wedding dress" thing, where everyone will be looking at me in a few months on a May afternoon. And there’s also my disease, which I manage with an insulin pump, my meter, attempts at healthy eating, and regular exercise. Ah, regular exercise. It was hard to make exercise a part of the daily routine. There are so many things that seem more...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;I used to be great at making up excuses:  too busy, too tired, too low, too high, too bored, too uninspired.  My brain was trained to blurt out excuses for avoiding exercise.  My exercise routine was a sad state of affairs, and my body paid the price with a higher &lt;a href="http://dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/resources/tools/bmi_calculator.html"&gt;BMI&lt;/a&gt; and fluctuating &lt;a href="http://dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/a1c_conversion.html"&gt;A1Cs&lt;/a&gt;.  After realizing that my stress levels, &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/"&gt;blood sugars&lt;/a&gt;, and pants sizes could all be lowered with the help of some good old-fashioned running around, I set my mind to achieve a fitter state of mind and body.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wanted to be a gym rat when I grew up!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So much of my life revolves around the pursuit of good health.  There's my job, where I am often found perusing &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/diabetes-news/"&gt;diabetes-related press releases&lt;/a&gt;, checking out the latest websites about endocrine health and wellness, and writing about what day-to-day life with diabetes entails. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then there's my &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/exercise_and_sports/chris_sparling_bio.html"&gt;handsome fiancé&lt;/a&gt;, who has spent time as a personal trainer, writes for various fitness venues, eats a regimented, healthy diet, and has a physique that is evidence of time well-spent at the gym.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Oh, and then there is the whole "wedding dress" thing, where everyone will be looking at me in a few months on a May afternoon.  And there’s also my disease, which I manage with an insulin pump, my meter, attempts at healthy eating, and regular exercise.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ah, regular exercise. It was hard to make &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/exercise_and_sports/fitness_for_all_types.html"&gt;exercise a part of the daily routine&lt;/a&gt;.  There are so many things that seem more important, like work and home duties and errands to run.  I forget sometimes that maintaining my body is just as important as going to the post office.  The stronger my body, the better-controlled my diabetes becomes as a result.   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There were three big hurdles for me to leap over before I could be a self-proclaimed gym rat.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The first was the physical burden of my gym bag.  I am known at my gym for being “the girl with all the stuff.”  I always have a gym bag, crammed with my glucose meter, a water bottle, a sports bottle of juice, a back-up &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/treatment/insulin.html"&gt;insulin pen&lt;/a&gt; with Humalog in it – not to mention the jumprope, iPod, and sweatshirt.  These items are my workout security blanket, keeping me safe while I challenge my body.  Overcoming this hardware hurdle just took some time and planning, making sure I was never caught without my supplies.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The second hurdle was that of self-consciousness.  It’s easy to gallop on the treadmill and lift weights in front of the mirror when your body is tight and your muscles are responsive.  It’s a bit more of a challenge to physically exert yourself when you feel self-conscious about every move you make.  It took over a year for me to actually feel comfortable trying new exercises, attempting creative resistance routines, and even running on the treadmill.  Determination and desire to be healthy helped me leave this hurdle behind, too.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But the third hurdle was the biggest one for me, and one that I still grapple with every time I’m working out – &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/high_and_lows/"&gt;managing my numbers&lt;/a&gt;.  For as long as I can remember, my blood sugars have been very sensitive to exercise.  A short walk is enough to drop my blood sugar a good 30 points.  An aggressive run can send me plummeting more than 100 mg/dl.  It’s been a constant challenge to &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/exercise_and_sports/safe_exercise.html"&gt;negotiate numbers while working out&lt;/a&gt;, involving a complex combination of disconnecting my insulin pump, high protein and high fat snacks before workouts, and constant glucose monitoring.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;At first, my numbers bounced all over the place, ranging from 30 mg/dl to 300 mg/dl on any given day.  But as my body adjusted to the workouts and my muscle mass increased, I noticed bigger trends of glucose stability.  If I disconnected my pump approximately 20 minutes before my workout and left it off during the entirety of my 50 minute session, my numbers held relatively steady.  I’m careful to test at the halfway point of any workout, and I don’t let my numbers drop below 120 mg/dl without taking a swig of juice to ward of any lows.  Overall, my body has adjusted to a workout regimen of 5 days a week, and my diabetes has followed suit.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Months of fine-tuning have me at my current state:  bona fide gym rat.  I can hold my own with the best of them now, engaging in difficult cardio-circuit workouts, cycles of challenging resistance training, and even feeling confident in my achievements.  There are still moments of frustration, where my body and my numbers aren’t in tune, but I keep moving forward.  This is the only body I’ll have, and it deserves my respect, determination, and constant push towards good health.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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<entry>
    <title>CGM:  Polaroid to Streaming Video</title>
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    <published>2007-12-31T17:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-31T18:37:14Z</updated>
    
    <summary>No kid likes the finger prick. That promise of “this won’t hurt a bit,” followed by the sharp sting and then the billowing cotton ball, capped off with a Spiderman band aid and a sticker. I remember these finger pricks from before I was diagnosed with diabetes, sitting on the edge of the pediatrician’s examination table and swinging my legs. While I don’t remember being diagnosed with diabetes as a little girl, I do remember the subsequent finger pricks. My first lancing device was something not unlike a guillotine, with a spring-loaded lancet that arched across the perimeter of a blue device and slammed into my blemish-free fingertip with considerable force. My first few months of blood sugar tests were filled with flinches and tears. My mother and I tested my blood sugar several times a day, as this was the best way for us to react to any curve balls diabetes could throw. Monitoring my numbers helped us detect which foods sent my sugars into the stratosphere and which ones barely made my A1C blink. Testing first thing every morning set the stage for the diabetes day to come, and sometimes my mother woke in the middle of the night to make sure I wasn’t dropping into a low in my sleep. As time passed, lancing devices progressed and became a bit gentler. New meters upgraded me from wiping a blood-smeared test pad with a cotton ball and waiting 120 seconds for a result to the quick 5 second,...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
        <uri>http://www.sixuntilme.com</uri>
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        &lt;p&gt;No kid likes the finger prick.  That promise of “this won’t hurt a bit,” followed by the sharp sting and then the billowing cotton ball, capped off with a Spiderman band aid and a sticker.  I remember these finger pricks from before I was diagnosed with diabetes, sitting on the edge of the pediatrician’s examination table and swinging my legs.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While I don’t remember being diagnosed with diabetes as a little girl, I do remember the subsequent finger pricks.  My first lancing device was something not unlike a guillotine, with a spring-loaded lancet that arched across the perimeter of a blue device and slammed into my blemish-free fingertip with considerable force.  My first few months of &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/"&gt;blood sugar tests&lt;/a&gt; were filled with flinches and tears.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mother and I tested my blood sugar several times a day, as this was the best way for us to react to any curve balls diabetes could throw.  Monitoring my numbers helped us detect which foods sent my sugars into the stratosphere and which ones barely made my A1C blink.  Testing first thing every morning set the stage for the diabetes day to come, and sometimes my mother woke in the middle of the night to make sure I wasn’t dropping into a low in my sleep.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As time passed, lancing devices progressed and became a bit gentler.  New meters upgraded me from wiping a blood-smeared test pad with a cotton ball and waiting 120 seconds for a result to the quick 5 second, wipe-free results of newer machines.  The calluses on my fingertips grew and testing my blood sugar became increasingly less painful.  I didn't mind testing so much when I barely felt the sting and it literally only took seconds to complete.  I need to know these numbers in order to best manage them.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Every number is a snapshot of my diabetes health.  Seeing that 139 mg/dl this morning let me know that I slightly overtreated my low before bed last night.  A 99 mg/dl at 3 am confirms that my overnight basal rates are set at an appropriate level.  But as helpful as these numbers are, they remain snapshots, mere single moments captured in the memory of my meter.  What’s that?  102 mg/dl?  Well that’s a great result … unless I’m on the way down to a nasty low, or cruising up to a numbing high result.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After experiencing a few frighteningly low blood sugars in the wee hours of the morning and feeling a general frustration as to reigning in my numbers, I decided to give a CGM a whirl.  &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/testing/continuous_glucose_monitoring.html"&gt;Constant glucose monitoring systems&lt;/a&gt; are bits of technological hardware that are worn on the body and automatically test blood sugar results every 5 – 7 minutes and send those results to a transmitter.  Thanks to the generosity of a friend, I had the opportunity to &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog1/2007/06/dexcom_warrior.html" target="_blank"&gt;try out a Dexcom earlier this year&lt;/a&gt;.  While the device was sizeable and the sensor was a small bit uncomfortable, the information I gathered was fascinating.  I could look at my Dexcom receiver and see that my blood sugar was 145 mg/dl and had held steady at that number for over an hour.  Using the trends I noticed from the CGM, I could confidently correct blood sugars that I would have otherwise let stand.  An alarm went off in the middle of the night if my &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/blood_sugar_management/high_and_lows/"&gt;blood sugar began to trend out of range&lt;/a&gt;, protecting me from the possibilities.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Finally, I saw past the Polaroids and had a chance to see my numbers in real-time.  Despite the bulky hardware, the data outweighed the device.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In the coming days, I will be fitted with the Minimed Real-Time system to accompany my &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2007/12/paradigm_shift.html" target="_blank"&gt;new insulin pump&lt;/a&gt;.  With my wedding just a few months away and motherhood in my future, keeping tabs on my numbers is more crucial than ever to me.  Using the CGM systems, I can stop reacting to curve balls and instead be more proactive.  Understanding and analyzing my overall blood sugar trends could prove to be just what I needed to achieve a greater &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/type1_information/preventing_complications/"&gt;level of control&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While I’m careful not to apply too much confidence to a CGM, it’s a far cry from the rudimentary glucose-testing devices I used over twenty-one years ago.  Those calluses pale in comparison to control. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But I still have a stash of Spiderman band aids, just in case.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixuntilme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Kerri’s website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Kerri@dlife.com"&gt;Write Kerri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
        
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    <title>Moments of Weakness</title>
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    <published>2007-11-26T16:36:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-31T17:55:34Z</updated>
    
    <summary>It starts with that bowl of unwanted Halloween candy, sitting lost and forlorn in the office break room. My rationalization process shifts neatly into overdrive. “Okay, well I tested and I’m 72 mg/dl. That means I need to eat something before the meeting so I don’t bottom out. A snack-sized Three Musketeers bar will do the trick. And it’s not technically cheating, because I need to eat something, right?” In goes the candy bar, justified as a “special occasion.” On goes the meeting. And so starts the trend. With the holidays upon us in full force, there’s a higher incidence of dinner with friends, holiday parties, and festive family gatherings. More “special occasions.” Before I know it, almost every weekend is crammed with these out of the ordinary circumstances, my mouth is full of crème brulee, and I am eight pounds heavier. It’s a definite challenge for me to keep my diabetes management reigned in during the holiday season. I love eating out at restaurants with my fiancé. I can’t get enough of steaming hot cappuccinos in the company of friends. And I enjoy toasting the holiday season with my college roommates over a few glasses of wine. Having lived most of my life with type 1 diabetes, I am accustomed to handling the holidays with some sugar-free savvy. My beloved Grammie used to bake up some sugar-free apple pies for me on Thanksgiving, and my friends are good about making sure my latte is the one with Equal in...</summary>
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        <name>Kerri Morrone</name>
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        &lt;p&gt;It starts with that bowl of unwanted &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/special_occasions/halloween_index.html"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt; candy, sitting lost and forlorn in the office break room.  My rationalization process shifts neatly into overdrive.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Okay, well I tested and I’m 72 mg/dl.  That means I need to eat something before the meeting so I don’t bottom out.  A snack-sized Three Musketeers bar will do the trick.  And it’s not technically cheating, because I need to eat something, right?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In goes the candy bar, justified as a “special occasion.”  On goes the meeting.  And so starts the trend.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;With the holidays upon us in full force, there’s a higher incidence of dinner with friends, holiday parties, and festive family gatherings.  More “&lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/special_occasions/"&gt;special occasions&lt;/a&gt;.”  Before I know it, almost every weekend is crammed with these out of the ordinary circumstances, my mouth is full of &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog2/2007/11/no_dessert_til_brooklyn.html"&gt;crème brulee&lt;/a&gt;, and I am eight pounds heavier.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It’s a definite challenge for me to keep my diabetes management reigned in during the holiday season.  I love eating out at restaurants with &lt;a href="http://sixuntilme.com/blog1/2007/03/this_is_the_part_where_you_say_1.html"&gt;my fiancé&lt;/a&gt;.  I can’t get enough of steaming hot cappuccinos in the company of friends.  And I enjoy toasting the holiday season with my college roommates over a few glasses of wine.    &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Having &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/generation_d/2006/09/the_changing_face_of_diabetes.html"&gt;lived most of my life with type 1 diabetes&lt;/a&gt;, I am accustomed to handling the holidays with some sugar-free savvy.  My beloved Grammie used to bake up some sugar-free apple pies for me on Thanksgiving, and my friends are good about making sure my latte is the one with Equal in it, or a shot of sugar-free syrup.  But with my wedding less than six months away and my desire for exceptional blood sugars at a frenzied peak, I need to do more over the holidays than just say “thank you” for the low-carb desserts.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There are challenges that come along with this determined mindset, but there are ways to negotiate such tricky moments.  With my and my fiancé’s parents divorced, we’re with four families to visit on the holidays instead of two.  This can also mean four meals.  This past Thanksgiving, I found myself eating at every table, only making small plates of turkey, green beans, and corn instead of mashed potatoes, stuffing, and cranberry sauce.  (Even though it’s sugary, cranberry sauce from the can blows my mind because it retains that can-shape through even the toughest of table circumstances.  Even when you poke it with a fork, that sauce doesn’t shift.  Impressive.)   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And then there’s &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/dLife/do/ShowContent/daily_living/exercise_and_sports/?sc4"&gt;the whole exercise thing&lt;/a&gt;.  Since my fiancé and I live away from our home state, there is travel involved with every holiday.  Instead of working out five or six times a week, we find ourselves trapped in the car for hours on end.  Scraping for exercise opportunities, we’ve found ourselves at gyms in our hometowns, taking advantage of post-Thanksgiving promotional memberships, and going for long walks in our neighborhoods.  Exercise is a crucial part of my diabetes management, and I see the effects of its absence sooner than I’d like to admit.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But my biggest challenge, without fail, is the “special occasion” caveat.  One glass of wine?  Okay, it’s a special occasion.  One slice of strawberry-rhubarb pie, or one high-fat cappuccino, or one cheese fondue dip?  Special occasions all around!  This mentality works when the occasions really are special (you can bet I’ll be sampling the cake at my wedding), but in a season when every weekend holds something unique and celebratory, it’s time to for some &lt;a href="http://www.dlife.com/diabetes-blog/type-1/guilty-feelings.html"&gt;serious willpower&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A truly occasional indulgence works fine in my plan, but I need to keep the bigger picture in focus.  The holidays are truly reasons to celebrate because they bring me together with my friends and family.  I need to make sure I’m healthy, as being here for decades to come takes higher priority over a slice of “special occasion” pie.&lt;/p&gt;

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