So I’ve once again started to work on getting healthier and smaller. I’ve had several false starts - way too many to link all of my “I’m going to start exercising regularly” and my “I’m really going to lose some weight this time” posts here.
I’ve begun doing an overhaul on what we’re eating and swapping out some staple foods for healthier options with fewer calories. And last week, Pete and I started running again. For the first run my blood sugar was too high, but I took a chance that the run would bring it down. It didn’t. I was stuck in the 200s for hours while I took correction after correction and drank enough water to make me float away.
For our next run, my blood sugar was in the low 70s. So I drank some juice and ate a few glucose tabs. I was sure I had it all worked out and was ready for a successful run this time.
But diabetes had other plans. As we were doing a slow walk back home for a cool-down, I knew I was in trouble. I felt like I wouldn’t make it around the corner to our house. So I pulled my meter out of my runner’s pack and wasn’t surprised to see that 39 glaring back at me. Here’s the weird thing . . . . . I didn’t eat the icing tube in my pack. Our house was in sight and my low-brain somehow convinced both Pete and myself that I could simply finish the walk home and treat there. (I know, crazy, right??)
Running is hard. But sometimes, diabetes is harder. But I’m not going to let it get me down and I’m not going to let it sidetrack me from my goals. I’ve simply taken notes on what my blood sugar was, how much I had eaten, and how much more I should’ve eaten to keep me from going low during that run. And when we run tomorrow night, I’ll use that information to determine what to eat before we head out. It might work. It might not. It