I just sat down to blog (I actually had a serious subject in mind) and felt my eyes starting to close. I am tired -for sure – but this is a different kind of eye-closing. This is what I call shut-eye high. The high, of course, refers to my blood sugar. I just checked and the meter says 191. It’s been months since I’ve seen a number over 180.
Since my son is in the next room, I’m stopping myself from shouting out the F-word and instead, I’m going to blog out my frustration. Hearing Mike saying the word insulin in a sing-song voice (as in hint, hint, you should take some), is yet another source of frustration. Shouldn’t he, of all people, know better?
I have a very complicated relationship with insulin right now because I’m breastfeeding, which actually lowers my blood sugar. I don’t like to find myself going low while I’m holding the baby, so I would rather ride a little high. And I have been okay with finding myself at 150 -160 after meals, but 191 is just too high. (Side note: sometimes I have giant anxiety attacks about what if Mike and I both go low while we’re sleeping. So I’d rather be a little high at bedtime then face that. Mike has fairly frequent nighttime lows. Even if I don’t hear him get out of bed to go eat, in the morning I know what’s happened by the food wrappers and containers that he leaves on the counter).
I haven’t been exercising regularly for the last few weeks and this too has wrecked havoc on my blood sugar control. Control, control, control. I need some. I hereby pledge to count my carbs for real. And I’m going to start moving again, no less than a two-mile walk in the morning! I would go on, but my face is about to hit the keyboard. And the baby is starting to cry…
But one more thing: I took this quiz, Are You Attached To Sugar. It obviously isn’t designed for diabetics, but I really appreciated the photo of the loaf of bread flowing into sugar cubes. My result says that I have an unhealthy relationship with sugar. Go figure.