Exercising

We went to the gym today.  I didn't want to go; I wanted to stay home and practice piano.  I'm a nerd.  Mom insisted, however, so we went.  I'm glad I did, but still, I missed out on some piano time.  I didn't protest too heavily, but I really didn't want to go.  I would have gone even if Mom had not insisted, but I wouldn't have gone with the attitude of "Yip!  Physical pain!  I can't wait!".  Actually, it's not that painful at all.  I have two very good reasons for going.

The first is, of course, that I'm now an "official" hypoglycemic.  I'm sure my blood sugar meter will thank me in the morning. I feel good when I exercise.

The second is that Dr. Singalot suggested it for better breath support.  OK, if you say so.  So I'm doing it. Here's a funny conversation between me and my mom.  At least, I think it's funny, so I'm darn well going to put it on my blog.  Selfish, huh?

Me:  Do we have to go to the gym?  I'd really rather stay home and practice piano.
Mom:  I'm going to tell Dr. Singalot!
Me:  Mom, my life does not revolve around Dr. Singalot.

But I do trust his opinion. So, I am going to the gym.  I wonder what my blood sugar will be tomorrow.  I'll let 'cha know.  For now, I'm going to hope that I can walk tomorrow.