Sugar Sugar

I feel like it. Since last Friday when we agreed to the book contract, I’ve been allowing myself to eat pretty indiscriminately (there have been Chipotle runs, beer and cake, frosted cookies, chocolate cream pie, nachos, and more), and I’ve only worked out once this week. Some of this also has to do with a

Eat four sugar-free pecan cookies and coolwhip an hour after eating a carbolicious pancake for lunch that had raspberries and more of the aforementioned coolwhip. You will get a sugar headache and find it difficult to concentrate for the next hour or so (no, these headaches make no sense. When I test my sugar, I’m

I always forget that meatloaf is not, in fact, made entirely of meat. Blast.

I’ve been really depressed the last couple of afternoons. Yesterday, I chalked this up as just overall blues, though I remember thinking it was incredibly strange that my sugar number after working out for over an hour was at 219. Where had that number come from? It meant I’d been riding a lot higher than

20 minutes on the elliptical on weekend mornings, after pancakes. Pancakes have been killing my sugar more than usual lately, but 20 easy-going minutes while channel surfing on Sat and Sunday was enough to keep me nice and stable (70-80) from noon to seven. Yum.

“Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions… The difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things

Insurance won’t cover my pump. $2,180 up front, and $281 per month after that. Oh well, it was a nice idea. I can’t even afford a new mattress for Christmas. Tra-la

Hit a vien this morning with my insulin shot. Man, I hate that. Sugar crash, whole world starts to goes flicker-dark, 45 minutes after shooting up. Really hate that.