The Game of Life, not to be confused with my favorite show – Game of Thrones. Although I can draw a correlation between the two. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.” I think of diabetes as a potential road to death, hence the game of life. What kind of life do I want? I’m insulin resistant, which is type 2 diabetes. It’s treatable and I have the option to take control of my life.
I like my food. Plus I travel and I have a desk job so I’m not staying as active as I should. Although I did start wearing a Samsung watch that gives me nasty grams to get my butt moving throughout the day…stay active. Foodie and desk rider does NOT pair well with diabetes of any sort. A key piece of the game.
Continue reading “The Game of Life: Goals for Living a Healthier Life”
Don’t you just want to bake someone a pie and then drop the mic on them like Minnie did in ‘The Help’. Continue reading “Anyone for pie?!”
I’ve been pondering on what’s the main priorities in my life because once again the sand is shifting. It’s not bad things but there will be changes in the near future – how do I want to prepare or react. Life always seems to be going left when you were planning for right.
One big thing that is looming in the next year will be my son going off to college. We spent part of the time this summer doing a college visit and then him making the decision on “the one”. He’s already been accepted and the admission has been paid all before his senior year of high school starts…it’s like crazy talk! Continue reading “Prepping for life “
It makes for a pleasant day when you get an unexpected surprise of the good sort. I waltzed into the tax collector’s office to pay my taxes and discovered the amount was significantly lower than what I estimated in the spring. I’m pretty sure the collector has never had anyone questioning a lower amount nor willing to pay more. We both got a surprise that day. Continue reading “Life’s Highway…”
This isn’t a blog about throwing up or killing folks…I’m sure a few of you went there. It’s about purging people or situations we get ourselves into out of our lives. I’ve purged a few times. It’s sad when you come to that point in a friendship or a relationship, where you know this is what is best and it’s going to hurt doing it. Of course there are those times when purging is quite refreshing and you find the change frees you from a weight you didn’t even know was holding you down. I’ve experienced both types and maybe a few things in between. Continue reading “Purge…Purge…”