Five months ago I was beyond excited when I made my Facebook status: "Heard 6.9 at the endo's office today. I think I'll say it all day. 6.9! 6.9! 6.9!"

My A1C was below 7 for the first time in a long time and I owed it mostly to my morning walk. I knew I needed to start walking again, so I arranged a new schedule with my boss earlier this year that allowed me to go in an hour late so I could walk.

Walking was really the only thing I had changed in my routine. My eating habits were mostly the same. To me, it was all about the walk.

So I wasn't expecting to hear Dr. R say "7.5" last week. I was shocked. I actually considered asking her to do the finger test again because I thought there was just no real freaking way that I could have gone UP! To her credit, she told me the number and then moved on. She didn't dwell on it or ask me if I knew how I got there or any of that crap.

But all I could think was that I had been walking. And some of my clothes felt bigger. And damnit I'm still walking! How could my A1C go up after all the walking?!?!?

I updated Facebook again while Dr. R went to get some lab orders: "Got too complacent."

I was still just so shocked that I had gone up, and by so much! I felt like I had worked hard to get under 7. And then I thought about Dex. About how I really could benefit from the, well, continuous monitoring that comes with it. Because I knew I had had some highs, but I felt like I corrected them timely and that they weren't that high.

Maybe I need Dex after all. (And yeah, I know I need a food intervention, too, but one thing at a time, OK?)