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)

I wrote recently about my first fast. I loved the experience and I hope you decide to look into it for yourself to see if it’s something you’re interested in doing. But now that a few days have past, and I’m back to eating, “normal” again, I wanted to let everyone know how things are going.

Since the fast I have had a few highs, some mild depression (psychological, as well as physiological), but overall some WONDERFUL blood sugars!

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Monday morning, 10:15 am: Pick up phone. Dial numbers. Make idle chit-chat with wife before getting to real reason for phone call - what's Charlie's blood sugar?

Tuesday morning, 10:15 am: Pick up phone. Dial numbers. Make idle chit-chat with wife before getting to real reason for phone call - what's Charlie's blood sugar?

Wednesday morning, 10:15 am: Pick up phone. Dial numbers. Make idle chit-chat with wife before getting to real reason for phone call - what's Charlie's blood sugar?

Though tempted to boost my word count even further, I'll stop at Wednesday, knowing that you get the point.

Respond to wife with the following assortment of interchangeable exclamatory interjections:

"Damn!"

"Crap!"

"Great!" (not the good kind, the sarcastic kind)

"Super!" (again, sarcastic)

"Thank God!"

It has gotten just a bit monotonous.

And not just on my end.

10:15 am

Me: Hey

Susanne: Hey

Me: What's up? (READ MORE)

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I think God has a sick sense of humor. You see, I have this terrible love of sweets. My favorite things are cheesecake, biscuits, cookies, cakes, muffins, and all things carb-filled.

When I was diagnosed with diabetes at age 4, they told me and my family that I couldn't eat any sugar. So my life turned into a sugar-free terror. The cookies and candies were always different than what my brothers ate. I was told when and what to eat in every excruciating detail.

Then we started counting carbs when I was about 11. No more nasty sugar-free foods. I could drink real soda for once. I could eat my own birthday cake. I could eat anything!

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Today, Monday, I start a new job. To supplement my personal training business and this blogging job, I have decided to do some work landscaping. I love to work outside. I have done some work with this company before. When I was 18, my good friend and I worked there for a summer job. It was very hard and physically taxing work. I spent a lot of 8 hour shifts shoveling dirt, rocks, and mulch. A lot of time was spent bending over or on my knees planting, sweating, and working with my hands and body. (READ MORE)

Things have been good these past couple of days. I have been working, working out, and overall my blood sugars seem to be pretty stable. Life is not too bad at the moment. Just as many of you, I have my good and bad days. I wanted to take the chance today to write about the good. Work is, well, work. At times it plays havoc with my sugar and it can be very stressful, but overall I am satisfied. At the end of the day or the end of the work week life gets instantly better. As soon as I walk out the door and I'm on my way to doing something non-work related, the problems I had disappear. Which leads me to my ultimate stress relief time - my workouts.
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