My dose of reality came after several weeks of beeeaaautiful bloodsugars. Not my normal what the heck is going on, but even numbers across the board.
I remember checking my sugars before bed and thinking “I am AWESOME! Another great number!” patpatpat. That was myself patting me on the back, thus jinxing my luck.
And then morning came. What is this? High? What is this? Low? Nothing made sense. My sweet dream of normal sugars came to a screeching halt. I’ve been struggling to get back on track, perhaps a more humble track.
Because it gives me accountability, here is my hemoglobin A1C (and this seems to be what diabetic bloggers do- caving in under the peer pressure-ahhh here it comes): 6.7%. Decent, almost awesome, still room for improvement. Cholesterol down to a 144. A nice square number, mathematically speaking. Meeting with my endocrinologist in a couple weeks. We’ll see how it goes. Doctor is pretty good about making me feel bad about good numbers.
Probably another dose of humility coming…