Any Exercise Can Aid Diabetes Control
Combining resistance training with aerobic workouts
appears to be the most beneficial for long-term control
of blood sugar than either form of exercise alone.
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November 17th, 2005 at 2:22 pm
Well, of course.
Walking was always good for me and I could see a direct correlation between
walking the night before and not walking the night before the next morning.
It is when I started hitting the iron that I saw real, sustainable changes.
I started out with neoprene dumbbells from Walmart (the weights, not any of
the associates) and graduated to a set of chrome plate dumbbells - then
another - then another - then another with a tricep bar and then a regular
barbell and then a CrossBow (much cheaper Bowflex). Now I try to do
something cardio daily - often without thinking about it like walking to
Walmart for groceries or riding my bike balls-out to Blockbuster, CVS, the
Dollar Store, my mother’s, etc. It has so little to do with cardio now and
so much to do with having a good time, popping wheelies in the middle of a
busy intersection, jumping curbs, cutting across the draining ditch in front
of Eckerds and then jamming up the hill and jumping onto the sidewalk or
just out walking MuttButt downtown to scope the cuties on Sat night. I NEVER
take the elevator - even to the point of making several trips to lug crap. I
was in a hotel recently on the 4th floor and I walked up and down every
trip. Cardio comes easy now. It’s a game. I don’t even think about it. When
I’m in a bad/down mood (not often these days) I run up and down the back
stairs at the office. Beats the crap out of SSRI’s and is cardio. I do that
six or eight times in a day to keep the mood elevated and I’ve had a
workout, too. I have busted my ass at least once in cowboy boots.
So, I’m not a physiologist and someone’s going to call me on some technical
gaffe, but the short of it is - more lean body mass (muscle) means your body
uses glucose and glycogen stores better. More muscle mass means you generate
more testosterone which lowers insulin resistance (also means you are ready
for more personal wrestling cardio sessions.I know I’m ALWAYS ready these
days).
Most people who have Type II are fatbodies. Consider the epidemic numbers of
obese people and the epidemic numbers of Type II. They correlate. What has
happened? They (I) got too large for their pancreas to keep up. As you pack
on tonnage, your insulin resistance goes up and you start generating less
testosterone and more estrogen. Muscle growth slows and stops. You become an
efficient fat storage device and an inefficient glucose metabolizing
machine. It’s a cycle. Aerobic AND strength training reverse that.
And it’s really easy to get on the road to recovery. Seriously. Small
changes make a huge difference when your fasting bg and your weight are both
350. My weight is currently 270 and my fasting bgs are consistently around
100, but I’m having to work harder to get the same results I got so easily
at 370. And I don’t care. The exercise, the process, is lots of fun, it’s
the time commitment that is killing me. Well, gym membership and personal
training ain’t exactly cheap, but what price do you put on your health? I
spoke to a diabetes class Thursday and one large black lady in the back of
the class said something like her husband needed to lose weight, too, but
wouldn’t eat what she wanted to fix for them that was healthy and she didn’t
see fixing two separate meals. I looked at her and asked quite seriously if
she wanted to die a slow, painful death. People and things come and go. I
have been a constant in my life for 39 years this month. I do this for me
and only me. True enough, others do benefit from my new
life/body/attitude/abilities, but diabetes is about me and only me. I have
to choose what I do or don’t do, eat or don’t eat.
I have another 50lbs I want to get off and then I’ll be spending time and
money with the plastic surgeon to undo some of what being almost 400lbs did
to me. But that’s ok, too. Another year and people are going to be saying,
"Hey, that Vic Mackey guy on The Shield looks an awful lot like Carl Moore.
Only less muscular."
Carl Eugene Moore, MBA
November 18th, 2005 at 11:30 am
Subject: RE: [Diabetes_And_Byetta] Any Exercise Can Aid Diabetes Control
November 19th, 2005 at 4:46 am
Carl, I applaud your dedication. You give me hope. I was diagnosed
in early May this year and have been doing pretty well with my eating
and walking until recently. When I get stressed I take it out on
myself with overeating and not taking care of myself. My son has
been I raq a few weeks now and already eight men from his unit have
been killed. Then about 10 days ago my mother passed away. It was
very sudden she had a massive heart attack and literally died in my
brother’s arms. She said she was feeling like she might faint and
then her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. I suffer
depression anyway and so I’ve kind of sunk a little deeper. Reading
how far you have come inspires me to just to start walking again even
if for a short while at first and then build up the time and speed.
But I have to give up the all or nothing that has always been part of
me. If I can’t eat perfectly healthy then why try at all or if I
don’t walk four miles why walk any, that’s where I find myself once
again. But from right now no more Halloween candy or ice cream.
Thanks for your story, hooray for endurance and perseverance.
Saundra
November 19th, 2005 at 3:11 pm
Saundra, Just to let you know that YOU have inspired me to remember MY
all-or-nothing way of thinking. It is so true, you have to start with baby
steps and most people aren’t perfect…ever, much less all the time. Thank you.
I’ll be saying a prayer of gratitude for your son tonight and he is kept safe.
My condolences on the loss of your Mother. You are under a great deal of
stress. Please hang in there. This is a good group, keep us posted on how you
are doing. Kathy, MN
Carl, I applaud your dedication. You give me hope. I was diagnosed
in early May this year and have been doing pretty well with my eating
and walking until recently. When I get stressed I take it out on
myself with overeating and not taking care of myself. My son has
been I raq a few weeks now and already eight men from his unit have
been killed. Then about 10 days ago my mother passed away. It was
very sudden she had a massive heart attack and literally died in my
brother’s arms. She said she was feeling like she might faint and
then her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. I suffer
depression anyway and so I’ve kind of sunk a little deeper. Reading
how far you have come inspires me to just to start walking again even
if for a short while at first and then build up the time and speed.
But I have to give up the all or nothing that has always been part of
me. If I can’t eat perfectly healthy then why try at all or if I
don’t walk four miles why walk any, that’s where I find myself once
again. But from right now no more Halloween candy or ice cream.
Thanks for your story, hooray for endurance and perseverance.
Saundra
November 22nd, 2005 at 10:26 am
Carl, I applaud your dedication. You give me hope. I was diagnosed in early
May this year and have been doing pretty well with my eating and walking
until recently. When I get stressed I take it out on myself with overeating
and not taking care of myself. Saundra
Exercise is an excellent way to combat stress and depression. I will never
need antidepressants so long as I have a bad ass bike and good walking
shoes. I actually have a friend who is bipolar/manic and takes nothing for
it. He is 42 and an ultramarathon runner (like 40 miles up and down
mountains in the snow) and runs hard almost every day. He blew out his MCL,
so he’s been swimming a lot lately, but before the time change, I ran trails
with him a couple of times a week. You can tell he is off his cookie, but he
manages it with nutrition, exercise, and without meds. That is not advice
for mental health management, it just works for him. When life invades my
space, I run up and down the back stairs in my office a couple of times and
I’m downright high for the next hour or so (busted my ass doing that in
boots). If I’m having a really nasty day, I do that 6, 8, 10 times during
the day and I’m fine. I simply can’t get depressed unless I just want to.
And there are times. A good run or weightlifting session will knock that
right out of there. I go into the gym regularly and tell my trainer - "I’m
in a REALLY crappy mood, had a REALLY bad day today." About 20m later and
I’m swinging dumbbells and he smiles at me and says, "How you feel?" He gets
that big grin back from me every time. I feel EXCELLENT!
In the same vein, exercise and nutrition - and good glucose management -
will fix MANY ills in life. Period. We are a result and a victim of our own
comfort and convenience. There is a reason we are a nation of Porkers and
Type II’s. We are fed a diet meant to fatten hogs and we have cars,
elevators, snack machines, and SuperSize meals capable of feeding two or
more people.
Get out and walk that stress off. Get an ipod, load up some Iron Maiden,
turn it up, and get moving. I LOVE riding HARD to 80’s Iron Maiden. Profound
stuff:
Can I play with madness?
Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I’m free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can believe
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don’t need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place
Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness - there’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you’re blind, too blind to see
I screamed aloud to the old man
I said don’t lie don’t say you don’t know
I say you’ll pay for this mischief
In this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance
And the hell fires raged in his eyes
He said do you want to know the truth son
I’ll tell you the truth
Your soul’s gonna burn in the lake of fire
Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness - there’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you’re blind, too blind to see
Oooh, listen to me, listen the prophet…
Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness - there’s no vision there at all
Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me
Can I play with madness - he said you’re blind too blind to see
Can I play with madness?
Carl Eugene Moore, MBA