Saw my endo on Thursday for my every-three-months checkup. My A1c is a respectable 6.2, which she was ecstatic about, but which I still found rather deflating. I’m aiming for 6.0 or less, cause 6 and under is a “normal” person’s blood sugar. Yes, I’m being obstinate (the goal for diabetics is to have an […]
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… and I think I’m headed to bed. This has been a long week.
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Diabetic Rockstar appears to be a social networking site for diabetics (primarily, it appears, T1s). There’s a forum where folks can show off their tattoos. Also, I can buy a t-shirt that says “I’m an addict.” Heh heh heh.
For those of you keeping track at home, our twice-a-week training sessions at work this week consisted of: 5 mins running on the track at the Y, 1 min strength training, 3 minutes running, 1 min strength training, repeat for 40 minutes. Yum.
One of the things that always interested me when I was reading Really Weird Shit (like, say, a Mieville or a VanderMeer or even a Catherynne Valente), is this: Do they come up with all the weird shit in there the first time through, carefully working it all out, or is there just this made
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I do not ever want my author bio to read: “Kameron now lives in (insert small midwestern town name here) with her three cats.” Call me crazy, but I want more than that. At the same time, I also don’t want it to read: “Kameron now lives in (insert small midwestern town name here) with
Up this morning at 5:30 am, morning weights routine, green tea and a cup of frozen raspberries. Out the door at 7:10, catch the bus at 7:27, at work at 7:45. Script writing in the lobby from 8-10, com meeting from 10-10:30 to communicate assignments and deadlines. Shift from scripts to design changes for company
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Went out to the coffee shop down the street tonight to catch up on my Black Desert writing. Finished up nearly 5K, getting me back within 1K of where I’m actually supposed to be according to my writing schedule. It was an intense little session. I haven’t been that deep in the book in awhile,
Steph and the Old Man and I had a chat tonight about where we’re all at with the living situation. They’re happy to have me if I need to stay, but honestly, me and the Old Man have been itching to have our own places for months now. They’re not as neat-freaky as I am,