I have just worked out why I feel so fab after a work-out. It's because my sugar is lower. I haven't done my sugar for a while. This morning it was 10.5, and yes, that is before breakfast and no, I hadn't eaten anything for about 14 hours except a cup of tea (without sugar). Shit shit shit. Back to the doctors. It does explain why I feel like I haven't slept all night, despite having had a reasonable number of hours.
I did run the woodland circuit again - 5.2km in 52 minutes - which was slow compared to the treadmill. Then again, it includes up hill and tree roots, so maybe I shouldn't be surprised.
I am quite annoyed with the whole Health Trainer programme. Ms Sabbath managed to get rid of me by simply not booking another appointment. The help was not targetted to what I need anyway, which is why it didn't work. For some god-unknown reason they think that telling me to eat a certain way makes it happen. Seriously, I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING! I JUST CAN'T DO IT.
So, as Max predicted, I'm diabetic, with aching joints, high cholesterol and I think the last prediction he had for me was immobility followed by early death. Always good to see the sooth-sayer has it right. Can I transfer my affections to the fat-removal magician now, please?
Miserable and knackered.
Jem x
Monday, 25 April 2011
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