It's rare, but there are actually times when I don't feel like eating. And, naturally, those times are pretty inconvenient.

Site change day always leaves me high no matter what I do. Even though I tried new real estate this morning (hello 43-inch tubing!!), I was still high after breakfast, though not as bad as I thought.

I had a deadline looming. I was struggling through some proofing. I was checking my email. I was reading blogs, reading the news. I felt fine. I was struggling through some proofing.

Man, I can't believe it's 11 a.m. already, I remember thinking. I'll be done with this by lunchtime. But lunchtime came and went and I was still struggling with the proofing. (Sometimes it's just so tedious!) I felt fine, so I kept going. And the thought of my roast beef sandwich, crackers and an apple just wasn't that appetizing.

And, get this, I wasn't hungry. I know, right?!

So I kept going. Still struggling with the proofing. Still feeling fine. Until about 1:30 p.m. when I started to feel sick and had that weird tunnel feeling. That I-don't-really-feel-low feeling but that I-know-I'm-going-low feeling. I was 63 mg/dL, but the amount of shaking that came on quickly and with a vengeance told me I was crashing fast.

And to top it off, my go-to low fixer (Skittles) didn't even seem to touch the symptoms. So I doubled my dose because I felt wretched.

I should have known better. I know I should have known better. I always eat lunch around noon. I knew that on a site change day with a lot of stress and a not-so-good-for-me breakfast that I was bound to crash. But I was busy!

I felt like a kid who was too busy coloring to go potty. Ugh.