Let's get physical.

You can run, but you can't hide. If you have diabetes, you need to exercise. Of course, everyone needs to exercise, but especially diabetics. When you exercise, your body needs less insulin. So, with proper diet and exercise, you decrease the need for medications. It doesn't matter if you are Type 1 or Type 2. It's a very important component for regulating blood sugars.

Last month I attended a diabetes management course. It met every Monday evening for three weeks. I went through a similar course when I was diagnosed, but my endocrinologist thought a refresher would be a good idea. I actually did get quite a bit of out of it. The first night was an overview, the second focused on medicines and the third on nutrition. They covered a ton of stuff. It made me realize how much there is to absorb when you are first diagnosed. At the end of the last session they had us fill out a form with our goals and made an appointment to meet again in a month.

Tonight was my appointment. I was anxious to go, as I have been diligent and have been having success at regulating my sugars. Plus, I wanted to share the news about my blog. I really feel like it is having a positive impact on my attitude.

We sat down and reviewed the goals I set for myself. Everything was great except for the exercise portion. I told Kate, the nurse who had facilitated the course, that I hate exercise. It's true. I hate it. There are very few things that I hate. I can count them on one hand — liver, Nancy Grace and exercise. Kate smiled at me and told me that I wasn't alone. She asked what I liked to do. She told me that had decided that she wanted to run. She thought running seemed like a cool thing to do, so she trained and has since run a couple of 5k races. You know, I think running is cool, too. I like the concept of running — out in the quiet, no need to converse, no need to wear a special outfit or spandex. It sounds good. In theory. In practice, I don't know so much. Yesterday my dog managed to get off of her lead and I had to chase her, which involved running. Horrible. I feel like the Abominable Snowman from Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. Bumbles bounce, and so does Beth when she has to run.

So, here I go. I hope that by admitting this character flaw in front of you, my faithful readers, I might find the fortitude to get off the couch and do something. Maybe it isn't running. I'm not sure what it will be. Kate suggested I write about it — that maybe the answer is somewhere in the writing or in the comments. I welcome your suggestions.

Every mile starts with a first step. And then another, and another.