No, I speak of the day-to-day fisticuffs with unruly blood sugars. There were the ever-popular rage boluses, pumping unit after unit into my candied, sluggish blood. Then I would anticipate (oh, I knew full well what was going to happen, thus embiggening my RAGE) the inevitable bout of mass consumption of any and all food in the kitchen as the massive rebounding low smacked me directly in the brain and pancreas.
|oh nom nom I eat because I'm unhappy|
and I'm unhappy because I eat nom
For all my diligence, I was often a stubborn and non-compliant jerk. This was no good for my physical or mental health, but was a wealth of material for Diabetes Almighty.
However, the last three months or so have been something completely different. I changed medications, my workout routine, stopped eating like a fool and SURPRISE! I lost weight, my insulin needs were greatly reduced, and my a1c plummeted. Everything is sunshine and rainbows.
|GAH! Not like that.|
Well, sometimes. Sometimes I really just want to listen to Robert Smith and read a book.