Some days everything makes sense. You wake up high because of what you had for dinner the night before, or it was the late night snack, or you wake up low because of what you didn\u2019t eat, or you wake up 95 thinking you have finally figured it out. But some days just don\u2019t make any sense at all. Yesterday was one of those days.<\/p>\n
The day before (Wednesday) was a little crazy. I spent most of it at the children\u2019s hospital with my son because his doctor feared appendicitis. \u00a0It wasn’t. \u00a0I got home at 10:00pm after not eating all day, had a salad with lentils and went to sleep at around 1:00am. Expectedly, I woke up tired and in great need of coffee. I didn\u2019t check my blood sugar until after my second cup (I drink it black these days), just before grabbing a quick salad for brunch and was surprised to see that I was 172. I took a three units thinking it would cover the salad and bring me down to normal. Once again I was wrong.\u00a0\u00a0 At 1:30pm I was a surprising 180. I took three more units and ate some quinoa and salad. At 4:30 I was 201. Since I was home and very tired from the lack of sleep and the BS I decided to try to sleep a little. I slept for an hour and woke up feeling drunk. I decided to go for a run.\u00a0 Because if insulin isn’t going to bring my blood sugar down, running will!<\/p>\n
I often feel like running is like a restart button. No matter how I feel before and during the run I always feel better after, unless I\u2019m really getting sick.\u00a0 I got ready to go, checked my BS, and was happy to see I was 120.\u00a0 Finally. This seemed like a good start since it had been five hours since my last bolus of insulin.<\/p>\n