I should have known my blood sugar was high. The Hunger was back. Not the it's-been-hours-since-my-last-meal hunger. Or even the low-blood-sugar hunger. But that insatiable Hunger. The eat-everything-you-can-get-your-hands-on-but-still-be-hungry Hunger.

I hadn't felt the Hunger in years. Not since 2003, when I was first diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. Once I got my blood sugar under control, that insatiable Hunger was gone. Now it was back, with a vengeance.

At first, I chalked it up to breastfeeding. After all, breastfeeding is rumored to burn about 1,000 calories a day. (In me, it's probably closer to 200 calories a day, if that.) Then I thought it was from stress or fatigue, after all, new moms really don't get a lot of sleep.

Then, when I started taking my blood sugar again, I recognized it for what it truly was. The Hunger. That beast I thought I'd caged years ago. It had gotten lose. (READ MORE)

Even though I started hating Byetta toward the end, it still offered me at least one redeeming benefit. I held on to Byetta a lot longer than I should have mainly because it zapped my appetite. From roughly a week in I was hardly ever hungry. In fact, I found myself routinely having rabbit food several meals a day and feeling just fine about it.


I feared the hunger almost immediately, and within days of giving up on Byetta for a number of reasons, I started to experience that dreaded hunger once again. I even did some Google research on appetite suppressants hoping that I could try to have the best of Byetta and Novolog with some herbal or OTC remedy. (READ MORE)

Tidbit number one: I almost deleted the message because it sounded like a salesman. We get those calls sometimes--you know, people who leave messages for products or services. I really wonder if they really think they'll get calls back. Anyway, so it actually was a salesman and I still almost deleted it, but then I heard the keywords: Dr. C asked me to give you a call. Then I realized he said he was from Medtronic. So the three "I really hope you're having a good day" comments were part of his sales pitch. Ugh. This is how it starts. I hate being sold to. I mean, if you mask it well, then I guess I'm OK with it, but if you're going to sell me something and you're going to kiss my ass the whole time then I, frankly, don't want to hear it. I'm seriously thinking about telling him upfront, "Dude, don't talk to me like a customer. Talk to me like you're trying to convince your brother to buy your brand of pump. (READ MORE)