Wait - That's Exercise, Too?
Exercise has been tough to come by lately. I've had a hard time getting to the gym for a regular workout because of BSparl's schedule, my work deadlines, and the overall chaos of Casa de Sparling. By the time 7 pm rolls around, the last thing I want to do is skip off to the gym and mess with weights and cardio machines. Nope.
However, ways of exercising are finagling their way into my day - WITHOUT MY EVEN KNOWING IT. How am I clued in? Why, the Dexcom wails alert me to my moments of physical exertion! And my total daily dose of Humalog is down from 28u to 25u lately. Over the last two weeks, my #sweatabetes hasn't come in the form of formal workouts, but instead random and bizarre things.
- BSparl and I danced our way through an entire episode of The Cat in the Hat, complete with twirling at the "Here we go, go, go, go ... on an adventure!" song part. You'd be surprised at how much work it is to chase after a little bird all day long, but that kid keeps me moving. We dance, sing, corral the cats, pretend that we're squirrels ... watching my daughter is the most constant form of exercise I'll ever, ever have. Kid wipes me out!
- I spent over an hour each night in the backyard, removing the blasted red mulch from the garden and replacing it with gardening soil and brown mulch. Back in the day, I would have scoffed at the concept of gardening as "exercise," but damn! Raking, weeding, digging, carrying heavy bags of mulch and soil, and scoping up the discarded stuff into the clean up bags was murder on my back and arms. And legs. But the garden is starting to look good. And hopefully I'm burning mad calories being all domesticated and whatnot.
- In keeping with my Suzie-Sunshine-Domestic-Goddess fakery, I've been working around the house to prepare things for BSparl's big ol' first birthday party. Even with just our families, it's going to be a sizable gathering. So Chris and I have been finishing up some last repairs on the house, and these chores are making my blood sugars plummet like I'm spending the afternoon at Target. Moving things in the garage, cleaning up the office downstairs ... it's all a constant flow of activity.
- Not to mention the few times I've made it to the home gym, watched some Hulu, and made the ellipmachine my bitch. (That's formal exercise, but since I didn't leave my home for it, I can't call it a "real workout." Because, in my mind, a real workout includes beeping my key fob at the gym.)