My mom and I are two peas in a pod; we just have to look at each other to know what the other is thinking. Recently, we thought it was time for some mother-daughter bonding time and decided to go away for a weekend. After some googling we decided to go to Dublin, Ireland seems to be gluten free heaven. Enough reason to go!
My boyfriend is a huge beer geek.
His newest ‘prize’ is a climate fridge. Usually a fridge like this is used to store/age bottles of wine. For those of you who don’t know (and I honestly don’t know how many other gluten free people know this much about beer), but beer can also be aged. Each shelf has a different temperature and is definitely better than the 30+ C it can sometimes get the living room. A few of my gluten free bottles of beer/cider are allowed in there, the rest is banned to the ‘normal’ fridge of the closet. When he suggested to go to a beer festival I wasn’t overly enthusiastic. I’ve been to a few and although their nice I only get hyped up on diet coke. However, he had invited a befriended couple which made it more appealing for me to go.
Last may the time had finally come for a vacation! After years of hard work to successfully complete my study it was time to go celebrate. As I was officially done in January and only had a part-time job there was plenty of time to do some good research. The destination was already known for quite a while: New York baby! Since I got the diagnosis gluten free I had not been to New York and I do remember picking up yummy things for my sister once so I had high expectations.
The two main things we did in New York were sight-seeing and food. We went to so many places I can’t possibly list them all so I will high-light my absolute favorites. Naturally you can find the other places on my gluten free world map, which has been completely re-vamped to make searching easier.
America, the country of incredibly delicious, but usually oh so unhealthy, food. One of my absolute favorites or pop-tarts. In the States Glutino has gluten free versions but unfortunately they are not available in the Netherlands and as I was so in the mood for them I decided to make my own.
The last few weeks I have been very busy getting used to a low-carb diet. Unfortunately, this has also resulted in the blogs falling a bit behind as I have mostly been in the kitchen trying things out.
Twas the middle of the night, everything was dark and I woke up with a parched mouth and excessive thirst. How could this be? I had just drank Splash Mountain?!
I am not unfamiliar to the fact that blood sugars can influence your dreams. Many a times have I woken up from dreams about delicious meals, gigantic cakes, or bathing in ice cream. Whenever I wake up I know my sugars will be crazy low and it will take all the strength to only eat some sugar tabs instead of the entire pantry.
Last Monday the boyfriend and I have been members of the gym for three weeks! By the second day of our subscription I could barely lift my arms above my head from the muscle ache… Talking about an over-ambitious start :’)
In addition to the low-carb diet the boyfriend wanted to work-out more often. Although I run 2-3 times a week I figured I would go with him when he wanted to go check out a gym. This wasn’t just any ordinary gym, this was a gym like you would see in the movies! With pretty purple lighting, indoor and outdoor tennis courts, and a swimming pool including bubble baths. As I wanted to go swimming more often, and pick up tennis once I have completed my running goals this gym seemed like a perfect fit. It combined the two sports I wanted, gives me the opportunity to train some muscles which I will need to get better at them, and did I mention the bubble baths??
Naturally we went to go work-out as soon as we were allowed. We went to the attic, dusted off our tennis rackets and had great fun playing together. After which we had a nice cooling down in the heated pool. I can definitely get used to this! Tuesday we went a little more exotic and signed up for a funxtion class. We weren’t quite sure what it was, but burning 500 calories in half an hour sounded good to us. It turns out it was a lot of fun but very brutal. After a quick warm-up you have 6-8 different exercises which you do for 50 seconds, and then you get 10 seconds to swap to the next exercise. You repeat this 2 more times. The first round was fine, it sure worked up a sweat. The second round was a bit more intense, but you don’t want to give up too easily so you push a little harder. And the third round… well let’s just say I’m happy I survived and not surprised I had muscle aches until Saturday. I can’t even remember the last time I worked out this intensely without my sugars making me quite ahead of time, which made this workout extra great!
It wasn’t until Saturday though that I could finally lift my arms up above my head again. I may have been a bit overly enthusiastic. Do I have any regrets? Actually, I don’t. A nice bonus (instead of bolus, lol) is that the low carb diet + exercising has lowered by daily insulin requirements from 50 units a day to 30-35. The gym is still ahead of me now, giving me all this muscle ache, but once I do a funxtion class without 4 days of pain, then I shall be the victor!
In my last post I shared my personal feat of baking something which tasted delicious despite it being low-carb and gluten free. Yet why challenge yourself with low-carb when gluten and dairy are also not your friends? Recently I discussed my fear of the return of the insulin allergy; the less insulin you require, the less chance there is of the allergy coming back. Besides, every person living with diabetes knows that insulin promotes fat storage, so less insulin really can’t do any harm.
It is no secret that I love baking, and sometimes you just get a major urge to get in the kitchen and whip up something delicious. Unfortunately this does not combine well with the low carb diet the boyfriend and I started a few weeks ago.
It was very early last Thursday, and per usual I was a couple of minutes late. This was a slight problem as I had an important meeting in Amsterdam and I could not miss the train! Naturally the pump gave a clog-alarm during breakfast but I figured this was probably a false-alarm as it usually is. I re-start the bolus and quickly bike to the station. The moment I drive off it starts to rain but I don’t have time to grab some gloves so in six minutes time I no longer have any feeling in my hands. With three minutes to spare I am at the station, so far so good!