A strange thing happened to me on Monday. I forced myself to get out of bed before 6 a.m. so I could go for my walk. I crawled into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and bundled up in sweats for the chilly weather. And then my back reminded me that it was having some issues with muscles; oh, and my shoulders were feeling crampy, too. I blamed it on the dog pulling me and me tugging back. So, fully dressed in my workout gear, I got back into bed. Yes, I really did. Even The Mr. commented that I was back early.

So Tuesday morning--knowing full well that I would be skipping my walk on Wednesday, as usual, so I could go to mass with No. 1--I was determined to go for my walk. I didn't want to skip three days in a row. That would make it that much more difficult for me to get back in the groove on Thursday. I mean, I was already hitting snooze three times and looking at the clock and saying to myself, "Really? Is it that time already?"

I knew, though, that there was a pretty good chance that my fasting would be high. I seem to remember a candy binge before bed and then I, of course, didn't check my sugar before bed, so of course I couldn't bolus appropriately.

I was absolutely shocked though (after having patted myself on the back for actually getting downstairs) when I saw how high my fasting was. So high, folks, that I'm embarrassed to reveal it to you. I knew I shouldn't walk, but I just didn't want to skip three days in a row. Not to mention that I've gone into a walk high before and been happy to see the exercise bring my numbers down.

That didn't happen on Tuesday, though. Looking back, there was a moment when I sort of snapped, for lack of a better word. I literally felt my mood go from really good to pretty crabby in the course of several steps.

I don't normally check my sugar right after I exercise, but I did on Tuesday. I was still over 200. I let it go, hoping that it was just too soon after my walk. But at two hours, I was still over 200.

I was ruined all day. Not my sugars, they eventually evened out. Eventually. But what really got me was my mood. I despised diabetes yesterday. Because not only did things not work out the way I thought they would, my crabbiness and stress over not getting things perfect were affecting my sugars just as much as the poor food choices and poorly timed exercise.