You need to know that I am not great at exercising. I try, but I have yet to find the perfect solution that fits my lifestyle and works for my family. Kim, on the other hand, is great about staying fit. She mentions in a post this month that she trained for, and ran, a 5K. What she doesn't mention is that she placed third in her age group in an extremely wide and competitive field. And did she mention that she only trained on a treadmill and that it was her very first 5K? She's just awesome, and that's all there is to it. My adventures in exercising, on the other hand, read more like a cautionary tale.
I think I've already told you about my foray into yoga in a previous post . Let's just say that trying to do yoga with the kids around is like trying to eat a cookie while brushing your teeth.
Then there's the time that I tried to stick my then baby, Luke, and James into the double stroller to go for a jog. That worked a few times, but it was immediately evident that both kids together added another dimension to my workout. Not only was it not terribly pleasant, but I confess that on one occasion I forgot to give James his breakfast bolus in my haste to get us all out the door. I take my meter with me everywhere I go, and walking about is no exception. When he was crankier than usual, I whipped it out and tested him. He was really high! I had to face facts and recognize that maybe walking/jogging with the kids wasn't going to work for me right then.
So instead I tried dropping them off at the gym childcare center. In concept this sounds fantastic -- what's better than a nice relaxing workout while the kids get to play? But I confess, upon James' diagnosis, I was nervous to leave him in the care of others even when I was in the same building, and even when it was only a matter of an hour. Now that I'm way over this kind of fear and routinely leave him places for an hour or so, trusting my quick teaching protocol and short intervals to keep him safe, James is too old to enjoy the gym childcare center and he complains (loudly) if he's left there.
I still want to do yoga. I LOVE yoga, and I need both the physical exercise and the mental relaxation that it can bring to my life. Recently I've been better about doing this while the older kids are still sleeping (in the morning) or in the evening when they first nod off. Of course, now I also have an infant, and so sometimes my workouts are cut short or not as relaxing as I'd like. I'm starting to see that the secret to successful exercising for moms (including those of us with kids with type 1 diabetes) is to find something we like and work through the sticky spots. I have yet to find the perfect exercise regime in which I can easily and effortlessly get all the health benefits, but that doesn't mean I won't keep trying. I'll keep you posted!
About the author: My name is Jennifer, and I live in Southern California with my husband, Craig, and our three boys. Our oldest son James has been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I'm thankful for this opportunity -- along with my sister-in-law Kim and her daughter Kaitlyn, who also has type 1 diabetes -- to share our struggles and triumphs with our friends in the diabetes community.
Disclaimer: The experiences and suggestions recounted in these articles are not intended as medical advice, and they are not necessarily the "typical" experiences of families with a child who has type 1 diabetes. These situations are unique to the families depicted. Families should check with their healthcare professionals regarding the treatment of type 1 diabetes and the frequency of blood glucose monitoring. Jen and Kim are real moms of kids with type 1 diabetes and have been compensated for their contributions to this site.