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Where Art Thou, Beanie?

I don’t even know when the last time I posted was.  I know I can check, but it doesn’t really matter.  It’s been a long time, and for that – I’m sorry.

It’s been crazy for Cody and I.  We finally got possession of our new house – it’s fantastic!  Living with a roommate was… interesting.  Not something married people should generally do, I’m sure.  Definitely not something that I am going to be doing again anytime soon. 

I think the biggest struggle was having to share a kitchen.  We didn’t have the opportunity to cook much while living with our friend.  His girlfriend was over most of the time and instantly claimed the kitchen.  When that wasn’t the issue, there were the excuses of being tired, the issue of our friend having weird working hours and not wanting to disturb him while he was sleeping, or a thousand other “reasons”.  It wasn’t good but I can’t change what happened.  I can only change how we move forward.

I was so excited when we saw our kitchen. It is stunning and I’m not just saying that cause it’s my kitchen.  We have dark brown cabinets with a marbled brown countertop and stainless steel appliances.  It looks like a model kitchen.  We picked the colors and appliances (and by “we”, I mean “I” and Cody just nodded his approval of my choices).  I decided that the first meal I wanted to cook – or the meal I was most looking forward to – was baked chicken, potatoes, and corn.  We didn’t get to have that yet.

Our friends helped us move – so we repaid them in pizza and beer.  Then a heat wave hit, which wouldn’t be a problem… but we don’t have AC.  Our bad eating and fast food addiction continued on….

But the heat wave broke 2 days ago.  And we had central air installed yesterday.  No. More. Excuses!

Onward and upward, my friends.




I love food.  

Anyway, here’s a recipe I think all of you should try.  It made a very filling and enjoyable dinner for Cody and I.

Sweet, Sticky, and Spicy Chicken


  • 1 tbsp of brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp of honey
  • 1/4 cup of soy sauce
  • 2 tsp of chopped, fresh ginger root (I grated the ginger root – so much easier, and finer)
  • 2 tsp of chopped garlic
  • 2 tbsp of hot sauce
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves, cut into 1/2 inch strips
  • 1 tbsp of oil


  • Mix together brown sugar, honey, soy sauce, ginger, garlic, and hot sauce in a small bowl (I did this while the chicken was frying)
  • Lightly salt and pepper chicken strips – if desired
  • Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat,  Add chicken strips and brown on both sides (when the chicken was almost finished, I added chopped onion to the pan).  Pour the sauce over the chicken (at this point, right before putting the sauce in the pan, I added a lot of green pepper slices and mushrooms).  Simmer uncovered until the sauce thicken, 8 to 10 minutes.

I found that it was taking a lot longer for the sauce to thicken – but I was ok with it being a little “brothy”, for lack of a better term.  I cooked up a cup of rice and served the chicken concoction over top.  Amazing!  A new staple over here – so quick and easy.  Plus, we love when our meals make left-overs.  

And this was relatively healthy!  I’m not sure if you could/would try and figure out how to reduce the sugars in the sauce – a more creative, seasoned cook might know how to.  If you have one serving of the original recipe, it’s approximately 232 calories (not including the substitutions I made with veggies – which only helps!).

Let me know if you try it out!



Past, Present, Future

I just finished writing on my other blog about my Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) diagnosis.  I try not to overlap my blogs too much.  One is for fertility struggles, one is for my diabetes drama.  PCOS is something that does cause some overlap though.  

When Cody and I started the journey to try and have a baby, I was given a half-assed diagnosis of PCOS, which causes fertility struggles.  I’d researched this problem before and I thought that I had it.  When my fertility specialist mentioned the syndrome, I said I didn’t know what it was because I didn’t want her to think I was a self-diagnoser.  Even though I am.

There is no single test to diagnose PCOS. Only a doctor can test for PCOS. Some common signs and symptoms to look for are:

Source:  http://www.pcosfoundation.org/?gclid=CMuCjuezrLcCFadcMgodOxgA1A

I have about 10 of those symptoms.  Half.  You can see why I’d think I had the syndrome before it was official.

The thing is, all of my blood work does not have typical signs that point to PCOS.  My ultrasounds did not reveal any cysts either.  You can see why I have trouble accepting the diagnosis even though it’s official.

Ok, Ok.  You’re on the Diabetes blog, not the fertility blog.  What does all of this PCOS info have to do with my Type 2 Diabetes?

Friends, we both know I’ve always kind of been looking for a reason as to why I got diabetes so easily.  I am overweight – not morbidly so.  I can stand to lose quite a few pounds, but my weight alone should not have sent me info sky-rocketed sugar readings.  Having PCOS could be the reason I’ve been looking for.

We all know I have trouble accepting responsibility for my diabetes.  I will tell you that I’m overweight, but that it can’t be the only reason why I’ve developed diabetes.  I will tell you that I eat shitty food, but that it’s not so often that my sugars should be so crazy.  Diabetes is something that runs rampant in my family – so I always thought that I would just end up having it.  It would be something that would happen no matter what.  It was out of my control.

I’ve gotten better with acknowledging that my lifestyle hasn’t always helped me to control or banish the disease.

I remember the first time that my sugars were creeping into a dangerous zone.  I was 22 and had gone to the doctor to address my irregular periods.  I had a cyst on my ovary (“common”, he said) and my sugars levels labelled me “pre-diabetic”.  I wanted to talk about the cyst, the doctor wanted to focus on my sugars, and I walked out of there determined to never see that doctor again.  And I didn’t.

I’m a little pig-headed and stubborn.

Anyway, that might have been the moment when I could have been given the PCOS diagnosis.  There was a cyst.  I had been struggling to lose weight.  I was becoming insulin resistant.  

I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like if I’d left the office that day and seen a different doctor.  Would I have been put on Metformin sooner and able to control my weight earlier?  Would I have been able to keep my sugars under control?  Would I have been able to avoid some of the damage my body has been through?

Shoulda.  Coulda.  Woulda.

I might not be able to control my PCOS, but I can control my diabetes.  Slowly, but surely and with steady feet, I am making changes to help me, help my relationship, and to help my yet-to-be-conceived baby(ies).

“Trying to manage diabetes is hard because if you don’t, there are consequences that you will have to deal with later in life.”  — Bryan Adams

I wish I wasn’t so stupid at the age of 22. 


An Apple A Day

My husband has graciously promised not to give me any more medical advise that he is not legally qualified to give.  Which is nothing, actually.

So that road rash I mentioned?  Still here.  Only now it’s infected and getting “out of control”, according to my doctor.  

Since Cody rated my scrape as a 3/10, I didn’t think too much of it.  When it didn’t really close after a few days, I thought – meh.  Might be deeper than I thought.  Then when it started to get a yellow tinge and my nurse friend looked grossed out, I thought I should see a doctor.  Dr. Cody, however, told me that this was how scabs formed.  I listened to him, and then all of a sudden, there’s more crap coming out of this thing, it’s red and angry and getting some kind of hard bump under it.  Time to see a real doctor!

I will be on some antibiotics for the next 7 days.  Oh joy.  

I am diabetic.  Which means, unfortunately for me, the circulation in my limbs is not that great – or at least something to be watchful for.  With poor circulation comes the bad luck of things not healing quickly or how they should.  Well, I don’t want gangrene   I don’t want my leg amputated under the knee at the ripe age of 29.

I didn’t expect any of this when I went rollerblading with Cody.  If I had known I’d have nasty yellow pus oozing from a wound, I’d had opted to get my bike out of storage instead of purchasing the rollerblades.  

Once again, I should have bought the knee pads.  What a disgusting, drawn out lesson to learn.



Caution: The Ground is Closer Than You Think

Such a beautiful weekend!  Why not take advantage of the weather and put those Rollerblades to use for the first time?  Well, the first time outside and in front of someone other than my husband.

Cody used to use his in-line skates to get everywhere.  He didn’t have a bike, so he skated here and skated there.  He’s good.  Me, not so much.  

When I was growing up, I had a bike that I adored.  I would bike most places.. until I was 12 and was in a horrid accident where I was hit by a 4×4 truck going a little too fast (it was still my fault:  I came out of a one way lane way without stopping.  I, in no way blame the driver, I’m well aware that I was the one at fault).  Thankfully, I had a helmet on, but it was still pretty bad.  Road rash on the face, broken arm in 3 places, concussion.  It was terrible and when they removed my helmet at the hospital, it came off in two pieces.  After that, it took me quite a long time to get back on a bike.  And even to this day, I will not ride a bike on the road.  Trails:  good.  Roads with cars:  didn’t work out so good the last time.  I am sure that my exercising slowed down around that time and I started to put weight on.  I might have still been a chunky girl, but I think it may have happened a little later in life if I wasn’t so terrified to get on a bike or even of crossing the street for fear of being hit again.  

Besides the point.

I trusted Cody to teach me the ins and outs of Rollerblading.  I had visions of picking up the sport with ease.  We were going by the water and my apparent fantasy was that Cody and I would be holding hands while we chatted and laughed while whirling by people on the trails.  I’d look cute in my capris and favorite skull shirt, my hair in a “casual” ponytail.  Cody – he’s always looking good, so I didn’t really focus too much on what he looked like in my fantasy.

So we went to the trail.  Everything seemed pretty flat – no bumps, pot holes, or rocks.  Cool.  I sat down, strapped on the Rollerblades and started to skate.  Hmmm – a little more awkward than I thought, but not too bad.  I went a little further, Cody skated ahead a bit and then BAM.  I was on my ass.  Actually, on my knee to be more accurate.  

As I was falling – things slowed down.  I thought “Oh shit.  I’ve literally been on these things for 3 minutes.”.  I then acknowledged that there was an older couple walking on the trail towards us.  Then I was on the ground.  Nothing was hurting, but I wanted to cry because my ego was bruised  but I laughed instead.  Cody poured some water on the wounds (yes, plural) and the couple reached us and asked if I needed help up (do I really look that chunky?  I am able to lift myself from a sitting position without assistance, thank you.).  I wasn’t bleeding, so I just got up and continued on.  

My dreams were dashed.  I know it wasn’t a graceful fall.  My capris had blood on them.  I don’t exercise… ever… and I was sweating within 20 minutes of being on the skates.  We stopped so I could use the bathroom*, and I noticed that my ponytail wasn’t looking so good – I had flyaway’s all over the place.  My makeup was good though.  Cody, however, looked fantastic.  He fell right back into his old skating ways.  He was so comfortable and at ease, and that, my friends is sexy.  And he took care of me – what girl doesn’t like that?

I continued on.  We skated for a while and went much further than I thought we would.  I did have fun, too.  My scrapes are a little worse than I originally thought, but I think I’ll make it.  My only regret:  I knew I should have bought the knee pads.


I’m getting a lot of sympathy from Cody… and every person I pass on the street.

“Perseverance is falling 19 times and succeeding the 20th.” — Julie Andrews

I sincerely hope that it doesn’t take me that long to learn to use these bad boys.  I would like to wear a dress at some point this summer without having to explain how I got so banged up.


Have fun, friends.




* After using the “facilities” by the lake, I understand why some people might opt to piss in the lake.  The toilet paper was on the floor.  No, not some jackass being a jackass and unravelling or leaving pieces on the floor… The roll of the toilet paper was on the floor, and that’s where it was for you to obtain your portion from.  Also, there were no locks on the door.  So, while hovering, I had to hold the door closed and attempt at not missing the pot.  Almost as painful as my injury.

Oh, Hi There!

I’m still here!

I’m still trying to lose weight!  In fact, I’ve purchased some Rollerblades to help get me more active.  I actually never liked going for walks, for some reason.  I can walk somewhere if there is a destination in mind or if I’m lacking a car.  But a leisurely stroll?  No thanks.   Add wheels:  this could be fun!

I’m probably going to fall on my ass.  Maybe hurt my wrist.  I’m a 29 year old woman trying to learn how to skate… again.  It’s going to be ridiculous.  And I’m so looking forward to it!

Normally, I’d put a cute or inspiring little quote here, but finding something pertaining to exercise and fun was hard.  It was all Katy Perry quotes, and I just refuse to add that to my blog.

Be happy, healthy, and safe, friends.