I am still happy about my day of successful blood sugars yesterday. However, it would turn out, to not quite be the flawless day that I had hoped for. Last night, after I finished writing my Blogabetes entry, I decided that it would feel good to get out of the house and reward myself with a beer. So, I met a friend of mine at one of the bars here in Columbia. After arriving, I checked my sugar, and my meter read 156. I was ok with that. I knew that I would probably just have one beer, since I hardly ever drink anymore. So I thought to myself, "ok, if I have one beer, then I will be ok, because beer doesn't have very many carbs". Well, after hanging out for a while, one beer turned into two.

You can probably relate to that... if your over 21 of course. ;)

Eventually though, I got home and I proceeded to inject two units of novolog before going to bed. It is at this moment when I could have done a better job of managing my diabetes. Instead of testing my sugar when I got home, to be 100% certain of where I was at, I just assumed that taking two units was what I needed.

I assumed wrong.

At 2 a.m., I woke up out of a wonderful sleep, only to find myself sweaty, and in a serious hypoglycemic panic. So I rushed to the fridge, pulled out the milk jug and proceeded to chug like a mad man.

It doesn't stop there though...

In my desperation to get my sugar up, I continue eating. I crammed down peanut butter and crackers and pudding and milk. And before I knew it, I had eaten so much, that I was actually going to have to take an insulin shot!

I hate dealing with the fight that takes place in your head. On one hand, your brain is telling you to eat! EAT! But it also saying stop! STOP! This is another one of those things that as a diabetic, you will no doubt, have to deal with. To conclude, if you don't have a strong enough will power to stop eating, then you might as well get ready to take some more insulin!