T is for Track Star.

If you know me (and I'm assuming you all do, because who else would read this?), you know two things:  I am diabetic and I hate the military healthcare system.  Don't get me wrong, I am so thankful to have healthcare and to get my insulin needs fulfilled, but when it comes to the Navy docs I've dealt with, well, they leave a great something to be desired (like maybe getting my prescriptions right or being knowledgeable about my condition).

That brings us to a few days before our vacation when I went to the Air Force clinic to get syringes, because the Navy WAS OUT AGAIN.  Fed up to here *points way above head*, I asked how I could transfer to the Air Force clinic, followed my instructions and when we returned from vacation, I had a letter telling me to see a new doctor....  I was relieved, but anxious it'd be more of the same.

When I finally got in to see my new doctor, I was blown away.  Matt came with me to help bust heads if needed.  He was not needed (but I was glad he was there).

My new doctor was amazing.  He knew stuff about diabetes.  He suggested a different insulin schedule to bring down my HbA1C.  I was on board!  I was so super-pumped.

Then.  Then he suggested the unthinkable (for me).  Thirty minutes of cardio five days a week.  Thirty miutes of RUNNING five days a week.  And Matt heard it all, so I couldn't just pretend it didn't happen.

Disgusting.  Awful.  Miserable.

I am not a runner.  I have no desire to be a runner.  People who run marathons baffle me.

But now, I am slowly pacing myself to become a runner.  I started off walking five minutes and running one minute for a half hour.  Now I am up to 4 minutes of walking with 3 minutes of running.

And I hate it.  I hate running.  It sucks.  I do not feel better when I an done running.  I do not feel bad when I miss a day.  It sucks.  And I'm not even actually RUNNING.  I'm walking most of the time and jogging because Matt insists I'll wear myself out if I actually run.

Maybe it will be better when its not so stinkin' hot here, but I just don't know.  I'm sticking with it for now for my health.  But I am letting everyone know that I hate it.

Valentine's Day.

We went up to Nago for Valentines Day and stayed at the fancy pants Mariott... Woohoo... Probably my favorite part (well maybe not) was not having to take my ID out every five seconds for every single thing. That was awesome. I also got a lovely pair of Roxy sandals to replace the ones I got last spring that have been falling apart pretty much since I got them. They were not Roxy.

Since we got home, we have been preparing the house for the arrival of our first guests. Mom and Dad-in-law are visiting for a week starting Saturday. The house is nearly cleaned, a daily agenda has been formulated and a grocery list is in the works. I have about seven different lists pertaining to this visit. Lists keep me sane.

Also, my boss is an idiot and I'm not afraid to say it on the world wide web. You DO NOT tell someone "Well, I said I liked you, its just every other Officer's wife that is a horrible person." Uh-uh. Try not being so stupid once in a while. I told her I'd met some crappy E-wives, but never let that influence how I felt about new wives I've met. Every person is a new beginning and every person is different, regardless of their education level, socioeconomic status and ESPECIALLY who their husband is. Okay, I'm off my soap box.

Off to the 100 Yen store and Starbucks.