Just some random thoughts and factoids for you today. (READ MORE)

**I hate that almost every holiday has turned into a candy holiday. For several years now I have drastically cut down on the amount of candy I give the kids for Easter (along with other holidays). This year, I went shopping for presents and Easter basket goodies on Saturday, which depending on how you think about it was either a great idea or a terrible idea. There were not many choices left in the candy aisle, and about 20 of us standing around looking at reject candy. Being limited, though, was great. Each kid got about six of those tiny chocolate eggs, and about six plastic eggs that had a handful of Skittles or jelly beans in them. I was pretty proud of that. And then on Easter we went to a friend's house. There was an egg hunt. And Uh. Mah. Gawd. did they make out with some serious loot. I emptied all the eggs last night into our community stash of candy where we have Halloween, Christmas and Valentine's Day leftovers. The bucket is overflowing now. Grrr. (READ MORE)

My belly is grumbling, and not because it's dinner time. Anyone who's ever had a run-in with sugar-free candy knows what I'm talking about.

It started out innocently enough. Charged with the task of cleaning out the basement of his parents' house, hubby found his childhood Easter basket yesterday. He was excited. He wanted to share it. And what better timing. But considering our 5-month-old son is too young to get the whole meaning of the Easter Bunny, baskets and candy, he thought he'd be sweet and fill the basket for me.

Knowing that I'm doing my best to avoid carbs and keep my blood sugar under control, he did the thoughtful thing and bought me sugar-free candies. Chocolates, marshmallow bunnies and those good jellybeans that come in a surprizing varieties of flavors and taste like real, gourmet jellybeans, not some sub-par, sugar-free imposter. (READ MORE)

Up until dinner time tonight, I was having a great day. Nothing out of the ordinary. And then I got an incredible shock.

I'd been snacking on some candy all day, but I thought I had been bolusing appropriately. Apparently not. I knew I'd be high going into dinner, but the highest I imagined was still lower than 250. I thought my meter was pulling my leg when I saw 448.

"Holy fffffffffffff..........." I said as I actually jumped as if someone had jumped out of the bushes and scared me.

"What? What? Are you high?" The Mr. wanted to know.

I nodded. I could feel my face getting red with embarassment. I looked at my pump (like it would have the answer!) and then my site. Surely there was something wrong with my site. I had just changed it about six hours ago and hadn't checked my sugar since. My site was obviously the problem.

I checked my sugar again, thinking maybe something was on my fingers and trying to retrace where my hands had been over the last hour. (READ MORE)

·On walking: For the first time in five days, I took my daily morning walk. Saturday and Sunday. And man did it feel good. However, I'm going to have to fire Sarge. Despite the new "anti-pull leash" my walking partner still just doesn't seem to respond to it nor my constant pulling on him. He was doing OK on Saturday, but on Sunday I got so angry that I made the final decision. The Mr. keeps telling me to try certain things, different tricks. And all I can say is "Tried it." "Tried it." "Tried it." I want to be able to take Sarge with me. In fact, I feel like I'll be naked without him on my walk. Not to mention scared without my 90-lb. bodyguard. (Maybe I'll take his leash for moral support!) But like I told The Mr., the more I have to stop to teach Sarge, the less my walk becomes about me. (READ MORE)

Andy Bell

Brynn and I had a great laugh, or at least she did, this afternoon. Maybe you or your significant other can relate to this, but sometimes, when the blood sugar is low, MANNERS GO OUT THE WINDOW!
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