This may sound a bit vain, but the main reason I've been keeping up with my exercise program is because I'm tired of constantly finding out that last season's clothes are too tight and that I need to go up a size. But another benefit that I really love is what I'm seeing on my meter. I don't ever remember being this stable. I'm using much less insulin than I used too. I'm starting to figure out just what to do in order to finish my exercise and like what I'm seeing on the meter. Usually . . .
Yesterday was a nice cool day with no humidity, which actually made it easy to get excited about the treadmill. I pushed myself a bit longer and a little harder to make up for some of the gnocchi indulgence from the night before. Then I hopped off and tested my blood, ready to bolus for breakfast. Until I saw the results . . .
WTF? When I looked at my CGM mid-workout, it read 136. That's right on track for me to end my workout in the 80s. I washed my hands and tested again, sure that the number would be better. 231. Then I remembered that during my workout I noticed my site was feeling a bit sore. Breakfast was not going to be an option any time soon. I pulled out my site and took a correction the old fashioned way - with a syringe. Then I took a quick shower and put a new site in. One hour later, I was at 184 and the pump told me I didn't need a further correction. (Although I took my correction with a syringe, after I disconnected from my pump I programmed the 2.5 unit bolus and let it run. This way, my injected insulin would be reflected in the pumps Insulin on Board).
Less than an hour went by and I tested again. 104. I had dropped 80 points in forty-five minutes. I bolused and ate breakfast, but I had a feeling I knew what was coming. In another hour, I found myself craving Swedish Fish. I was pretty sure I knew the reason. My body was telling me something. Sure enough, I tested and my blood sugar was now 50.
I spend the afternoon feeling tired, queasy and pretty darn crabby. I guess sometimes, no matter how hard you try, Diabetes just needs to show you who is the boss.