A two-juice-box night, in fact. This is what I saw on my nightstand as I was puttering around my room getting dressed this morning.
While I do recall having low blood sugar (BG 72) and drinking one juice box and then, 10 minutes later (BG 56), the other one, it didn’t feel so remarkable to me until I saw the evidence several hours later.
Since I started running in December, I’ve experienced more occasions of hypoglycemia, and I’ve simply been treating them in the moment. I’ve also been more hungry, and this I cannot get on top of. Physically, my body needs and wants more calories, but psychologically I’m still at my pre-running appetite. I have lost two pounds without trying to, and this is okay, but I really don’t want to lose more.
A couple of weeks ago, I saw the nurse practitioner/diabetes educator I see quarterly. Ann was thrilled that finally her dream for me has come true: I am exercising (running and skating) five times a week or more. She has Type 1 herself and was also sympathetic to my struggles with hypoglycemia, the occasional rebound effect, and the confusion about what and how much to eat. She recommended a next step that I am really looking forward to: on Monday I will meet with an exercise physiologist who specializes in people with diabetes. I can get advice from him on fitness, insulin, and food.
Often, I resist going to yet another diabetes health care appointment. (Can’t I just carry on well enough?) This one I’m looking forward to.