Running for my Life
While I still (and I think always will) hate running, I do have to admit that it may be saving my life–well, that, cycling, and eating better.
When I was diagnosed with diabetes at age 34, I weighed 265 pounds. As of today, I weigh under 180, headed toward 170. I was breathing hard and while I liked physical activity, I wasn’t getting nearly enough of it.
Now I am. In fact, I’m getting so much of it that when I don’t exercise for a few days, I really feel it.
Years ago I read in Type II Diabetes: The First Year that some people felt like being diagnosed with diabetes saved their life. I have to agree that sounded strange at the time. Now, however, I have to say I agree: being diagnosed with diabetes–and more importantly, what I’ve done to deal with it, including my hated running routine–has certainly saved my life.
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April 26th, 2011 at 6:17 am
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