You can not pick your family, but you can pick your jeans.
It seems that I have issues with each. First the jeans.
As I was informed in such a cute and witty fashion last evening, the ultra light colored and faded jeans are a bit on the dated side. I agree that they are old, yet they are quite comfy, especially regimental style. I then voiced the words that shall forever linger in fashion infamy, "I have a couple pair of black jeans." Black jeans? That look of horror, dismay and you have got to be kidding me, rushed across K's face. What did I say? Somewhere in the annals of man fashion there exists a rule that black jeans went out somewhere prior to the millenium. I am sure that Ry could have informed of said rule, yet I guess I was hung out to dry. The giddy laughing and ear to ear smile confirmed what I have known all along. Someone really does need to monitor the clothing that I wear in public. The rationalizations I was weaving were just not working, so I succumbed to the fact that I, in fact, am a fashion dolt. So later tonight I get to do my best runway walk and model my fashion faux pas.
Second issue seems to be my genes. Turns out I have been predisposed to be behind the blood sugar eight-ball, from the start. My grandmother, father and both uncles all are/were diabetic. Sweet, how is that for a pun? I had my yearly bloodwork Tuesday. Later that day I received a call from the Dr stating that I need follow-up tests to assess if I am diabetic. Diabetic? WTF?!?!? I eat healthy, I exercise, I am not overweight (maybe by cyclists standards I am) and I feel fine. Well, the numbers do not lie. I have had a good year. I managed to increase my sugars from 119, to 125. At 126, I am by definition no longer insulin impaired. Drumroll please, at 126 I graduate to diabetes, yay. I look at it this way. The numbers are still very low. I am not insulin dependent. I feel fine. I eat well. I exercise a lot. A few simple dietary mods and this is a non-issue that requires some yearly bloodwork.
So there you have it. My genes/jeans are not so flattering. At least I get to model for my sweety tonight, maybe she will return the favor. At least one of us looks super hot in jeans and slacks.
I wonder if Hoovis has swam longer than 100 meters yet?
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Dude, I've been going to the pool a couple of times a week for the past few. I actually enjoy swimming.
The problem is that my left shoulder is fucked up from an old over use injury that I got from swimming in HS. It hasn't really bugged me much since I quit swimming last time (around 1988), but now 20 years later, its bugging me again.
I don't see it being a problem for next month, but if I were going to continue to do this (very unlikely), I'd so see a specialist or even consider surgery.
Hey, you know that Kametz is diabetic too? If you let him on your team, maybe you could swing some sponsorship from someone because you guys are handicapped.
Thanks,
Burt
Dude, Black jeans are on the come back!! I picked up a new pair a couple of weeks ago. I am going to pimp them out in vegas next week!!
Also the sugar deal is not cool. Go vegetarian for sometime to see if it helps. Get the book called "The China Study" to read it will open you up to change somethings.
I was able to reverse my borderline blood sugars with a pretty strict carbohydrate-controlled diet. I'd recommend checking out something like South Beach, Schwarzbein Principle, or the Insulin Resistance Diet. (Unlike you, I also had a weight problem and have lost 40 lb in the past year thanks to revising my diet). My fasting blood sugars are awesome now.
In spite of eating very little in the way of carbs, I can ride/hike/walk forever and not bonk. It's worth checking out. Good luck!
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