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I find that dinner seems to throw my sugars off worse than anything! I guess I just can't help myself whenever it gets to be chow time. I LOVE ME SOME FOOD! It never fails; I'll go through the whole day and not have one high sugar and then BAM! Hyperglycemia CITY!
My eyes get way too big for my stomach!
Usually I'll come home after a long day, start raiding the cabinets and throwing random stuff together, next thing you know, I got a plate a nachos, some peanut butter cookies, and a Popsicle!
I know, I know, I am supposed to
eat healthy all the time...or something like that. I don't want people to think that because I'm a trainer that I eat perfect every day! I'm only human!
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I find that dinner seems to throw my sugars off worse than anything! I guess I just can't help myself whenever it gets to be chow time. I LOVE ME SOME FOOD! It never fails; I'll go through the whole day and not have one high sugar and then BAM! Hyperglycemia CITY!
My eyes get way too big for my stomach!
Usually I'll come home after a long day, start raiding the cabinets and throwing random stuff together, next thing you know, I got a plate a nachos, some peanut butter cookies, and a Popsicle!
I know, I know, I am supposed to
eat healthy all the time...or something like that. I don't want people to think that because I'm a trainer that I eat perfect every day! I'm only human!
(READ MORE)
I find that dinner seems to throw my sugars off worse than anything! I guess I just can't help myself whenever it gets to be chow time. I LOVE ME SOME FOOD! It never fails; I'll go through the whole day and not have one high sugar and then BAM! Hyperglycemia CITY!
My eyes get way too big for my stomach!
Usually I'll come home after a long day, start raiding the cabinets and throwing random stuff together, next thing you know, I got a plate a nachos, some peanut butter cookies, and a Popsicle!
I know, I know, I am supposed to
eat healthy all the time...or something like that. I don't want people to think that because I'm a trainer that I eat perfect every day! I'm only human!
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Over the weekend, I had a
low blood sugar in the middle of the night that left me feeling like I had been beaten soundly and left in a ditch. (Covered in petrol, a la
Eddie Izzard.)
It was a strange experience, though, because the "low hangover" feeling was neatly accompanied by a feeling of guilt. This low wasn't one that came out of no where and smacked up upside the head. This low was the result of a miscalculation while I was at dinner.
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Over the weekend, I had a
low blood sugar in the middle of the night that left me feeling like I had been beaten soundly and left in a ditch. (Covered in petrol, a la
Eddie Izzard.)
It was a strange experience, though, because the "low hangover" feeling was neatly accompanied by a feeling of guilt. This low wasn't one that came out of no where and smacked up upside the head. This low was the result of a miscalculation while I was at dinner.
(READ MORE)
Over the weekend, I had a
low blood sugar in the middle of the night that left me feeling like I had been beaten soundly and left in a ditch. (Covered in petrol, a la
Eddie Izzard.)
It was a strange experience, though, because the "low hangover" feeling was neatly accompanied by a feeling of guilt. This low wasn't one that came out of no where and smacked up upside the head. This low was the result of a miscalculation while I was at dinner.
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"What's the best diabetes advice you've ever been given," Kerri asked the other day.
As a health writer, one of the perks of my job is that I get to talk to experts. One of the questions I often ask is, "What is the best advice you'd give someone with diabetes?"
And of all the interviews I have done, I think the best response came from Linda Dale, RN, CDE, Clinical Nurse Specialist in the Outpatient Diabetes Eduction Program at the University of Michigan Comprehensive Diabetes Center. The article was about testing your blood sugar.
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Nope, not a new Nancy Drew mystery, unfortunately. It's much more prosaic.
Olivia has been using the One Touch Mini since last summer. She got a new, downloadable one at the endo appointment in February. It's her favourite meter.
However, yesterday I went to put her numbers for the last couple of days in the meter and I noticed that she tested her blood sugar at 4-ish on Friday and never checked it again until the next day. She swears up and down that she did check it, but there's nothing in her pump and nothing in the meter. Check that - there are carbs and insulin doses in her pump, but no blood sugar readings.
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"I was a real looker back then. Like Carole Lombard," Nana Kay said to me over the weekend, a month before her 95th birthday.
The Nana Kay annual summer tour made a stop at my place on Friday and my mother's house down at the Jersey shore. She was visiting from Florida.
She told us how she met my grandfather, Charlie.
She was 16. They met at a party in Brooklyn. Charlie always had a camera on him. He loved photography. He would snap pictures of her, figuring it would give him an excuse to see her again; to show her the photos he took of her. He was smoove like that.
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"Your baby is going to be so fat," a friend told me with a smile last spring. To some people, there is nothing cuter than a chubby baby, so calling a baby fat is somewhat of a compliment. But for someone with type 2 diabetes, who has struggled with her weight for a good part of her life, the fat baby comment stings.
"You have diabetes, so of course your baby's going to be chubby," she continued. "They call them sugar babies."
It's a label that left me steamed for months. My child wasn't even born yet and already he's being called fat. I could envision a plump future laid out before him. Shopping in the husky section. Getting picked last in gym class. Being called Jupiter during lessons on the solar system. All this before the cruel middle school years.
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