Fasting: 75. Not unheard of for me, but since I was 216 before bed, I really expected to be in the 100s.

Although I really want to give Byetta a good test by having cereal for breakfast this morning, I decide to go with a bagel instead. At least that way I can see how the medicine works when I don't go into a meal so high.

I am itching to test my sugar at one hour post, but convince myself to wait for two hours. At the 1 hour and 15 minute mark, a coworker comes in with donuts. "Did you take insulin?" she wants to know, showing the donuts off. I explain about the new medicine and that I want to see how it was working before I go off the deep end. I am proud of my will power.

Two hours post breakfast: 84. Ok, I officially love Byetta. However, I'm anxious to see what happens with lunch.

My lunchtime reading isn't as great, but all things considered it isn't bad. After a bologna sandwich on wheat bread (I haven't restocked the kitchen on my favorite diabetes-friendly breads and meats) followed up by a handful of carrots, I am 154. A similar lunch several weeks ago had me in the mid-200s, so this is better.

I continue to search for the nausea and loss of appetite, though. While my numbers are good, I'm still hungry enough for a burger and fries.

My willpower goes out the window this afternoon and I eat more than I'm willing to admit. Although I consider it, I pass on a pre-dinner blood sugar check. We had a very low-carb dinner of eggs, sausage and toast, although the fat in the sausage had me worried. Based on what I ate in the afternoon and the sausage at dinner, I definitely expected higher than the 121 I got for my post-prandial. Have I mentioned yet how much I love Byetta?

Still hungry, though, I have a bedtime snack of vanilla wafers. Testing around 10:30 p.m. shows I'm around 150, which isn't bad.