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If I could do one thing the next 3 weeks, it would be a vacation from my type 2 diabetes, weight issues and actually, my health entirely. Even one day seems like it would be divine.
Warning - "food fantasies" follow.
I would eat pastries for breakfast, and have another one or two for a morning coffee break (I do love me some carbs). Perhaps a nice Eggs Benedict. And oh, yes, I would have pumpkin spice lattes until I shook from the caffiene.
I would eat homemade cream of mushroom soup for lunch, or a nice lobster bisque, full of heavy cream. Then I would take a nap, just because I wanted one, not because my blood glucose was at 200.
Homemade cookies with full-sugar cocoa and lots of marshmallows for afternoon snack. (READ MORE)

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If I could do one thing the next 3 weeks, it would be a vacation from my type 2 diabetes, weight issues and actually, my health entirely. Even one day seems like it would be divine.
Warning - "food fantasies" follow.
I would eat pastries for breakfast, and have another one or two for a morning coffee break (I do love me some carbs). Perhaps a nice Eggs Benedict. And oh, yes, I would have pumpkin spice lattes until I shook from the caffiene.
I would eat homemade cream of mushroom soup for lunch, or a nice lobster bisque, full of heavy cream. Then I would take a nap, just because I wanted one, not because my blood glucose was at 200.
Homemade cookies with full-sugar cocoa and lots of marshmallows for afternoon snack. (READ MORE)

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Friday morning, I packed up my bags to head to the lake for the weekend. I had a long drive ahead of me, so I made sure to bring extra juice, keep my meter handy, and lots of water. I stopped for lunch on the way.

 

I checked my blood sugar. 264 (up from 102 at breakfast). Unexpected, considering all I had for breakfast was water and eggs. Nothing that should send my blood sugar spiraling. So I bolused for the blood sugar, bolused for lunch, and enjoyed my quick meal before hitting the Texas highway.

 

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I'm leaving for Mexico today on a little (much needed) vacation. This is only my second trip since being on the pump. My first trip went over quite smoothly. I have no idea what my blood sugars ran, but I don't recall anything too horrific. And I didn't have any problems traveling with my pump or supplies.

 

But each trip is a little different and always a little nerve-racking. What if I didn't bring enough supplies? What if my snacks cause a red flag through airport security? Worse, what if they think I'm some terrorist because of my pump? What if I have an emergency while I'm there, surely those hospitals aren't like home?

 

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I thought it was a miracle. The day after Danny was born, my diabetes suddenly disappeared. I no longer had to test a dozen times a day. And the few times I did test, my blood sugar was perfect. Not low, not high, but normal. In that magic 70 to 120 non-diabetic range. My meter looked like those in the commercials. It was wonderful, but it didn't last long.
For the first few weeks at home with the boy, I was able to ignore my diabetes. Granted I didn't eat with abandon or anything, but it sure was nice not to worry about it. Not to have it be the first thought in the morning or the last thought before bed. To go a whole day-a whole week even-without once testing my blood sugar, estimating a carb count or taking insulin. Diabetes was but a fleeting thought.
Granted I had plenty of other things to think about. Getting to know my son. Healing from a C-section. Figuring out how to breastfeed. Managing on little or no sleep. Nature had to give me a break somewhere. (READ MORE)

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There's nothing better on this snowy Friday afternoon than taking some time to catch up with the Blogabetes bloggers (that is, short of sledding down the hill behind my house on one of those round sleds, but I've digressed). Welcome to another edition of the Weekly Round-up!

Julia has had her share of dealing with the flu - here's hoping her family is on the mend! Share your tips for how you deal with the winter sicknesses.

George has found the answer to life, the universe, and everything during his bout with hypoglycemia. Do you have startling moments of randomness when you're experiencing a low?
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While in Mexico, my previous pleasant numbers took a turn for the worst. My averages jumped from 130 to 170. Despite proactive measures and many reactive measures, I could not seem to control any of my blood sugars.

 

My blood sugars ran fine the first two days. I actually ended up low for the majority of the time, so I lowered my basal. We were walking all over the city, in the heat for extended periods of time, and eating at unusual times (11 pm for dinner).

 

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I can remember the time when I had my worst low blood sugar. As diabetics, we all have a "hypoglycemia story". Some instances stand out more than others. Some of us can't recall our bad moments because we were probably passed out from being so low. I can actually say, proudly I might add, that I have never once lost consciousness in all my 13 years of living with this "AWESOME" (sarcasm) disease. I have never actually had to use the infamous glucagon kit. However, that's not to say that I haven't had some darn scary times. (READ MORE)

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I knew that walking around the huge Texas airport carrying two pieces of luggage would be strenuous. I also knew that the stress of making a flight and worrying about forgetting things would be a factor. So I lowered my basal by two increments about an hour before hitting the airport.

 

When we finally made it to the terminal, I checked in at 150. Perfect. I wanted to run a little higher than normal to avoid a low. I didn't bolus and kept my basals the same.

 

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One winter evening, I had a reminder of how good I used to feel after a walk. It was freezing outside, but the walls of the house were closing in. The kids were screaming, there were dishes to be done, dinner to be made, everyone wanted something from me, but Super Mom needed a vacation.
"I'm taking the dog for a walk," I said to my husband.
Off I went, but not on my normal walking route. My intention was just to clear my head and to be alone. To just take a leisurely walk. But I could feel the drive to walk intensify. My sneakers pounded the pavement and that sound of rubber on asphalt and grinding sandy dirt under my shoes was all I could hear on that evening in my sleepy town.
Man, this feels good! I thought to myself.
Man, oh, man, does this ever feel good!
I walked farther and farther and kept going faster and faster. My face was freezing, my nose was running, but by God I wasn't stopping. (READ MORE)

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