Up, Down, Repeat
I’m pretty confident that my body has decided that it wants to kill me. Or at least make my life a living hell. Based on the last almost two months, I’ll go with the latter.
Yesterday, with the exception of my bedtime number, it was a struggle to get my sugar anywhere near the 100 mark. This morning, it was a struggle to keep my sugar in any sort of a good range. I woke up the highest I’ve ever been (since I got out of the hospital, anyway). After that my numbers were all over the damn place. After breakfast I was at 133, but less than an hour later I had tanked down to 65. I don’t even want to mention how high I was after lunch.
I guess the hardest thing at this point is trying to figure out how I’m feeling and how that feeling ties back to my sugar level. I could have sworn after dinner I was going to be out-of-the-park high, but I was actually relatively low.
I’m sure that one day I’ll get used to all this, but seriously this weekend really sucked.
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