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Despite my well wishes this semester to stick to my work out routine, life got in the way and I let it slip by. Since I haven't been in several months, these past few weeks have started to bother me. I'm noticing how my body begins to relax in places that I do not want it to relax. I also notice how my blood sugar and food choices are affected by my lack of exercise.

Last week, I decided that I was sick of wishing that I was a few pounds lighter or didn't have to watch my food so carefully. So Friday night, I set out for a brisk walk with my mom. I started at 132 and suspended my pump about half an hour prior to the walk. I also drank a juice and ate a granola bar, just in case. Half an hour later, I was dragging my feet into my house and checked in at a scary 34.

Monday evening, I decided to hit the gym once again. I hoped that my blood sugars would act a little nicer. An hour before I was scheduled to meet my friend at "the rec," I was 140. I had eaten almost three hours before and had been balancing lows all day long, so I knew that 140 wasn't going to make it. I set a temporary basal for 40% of my normal basal amount.

By the time I was heading to the gym and planning on grabbing a Coke or juice before the workout, my blood sugar had bottomed out to 91. I immediately suspended my pump. Twenty minutes and 10 ounces of Coke later, I started a moderate walk with my workout buddy. We kept up our pace for almost forty-five minutes, when I ended the walk at 61. I finished off the bottle of Coke and headed home to a few crackers.

After starting my normal basal once I made the five minute drive home, I decided to wait out my blood sugar. I hoped that I would plateau around 120 and head peacefully into the cold night. An hour and a half later, my blood sugar clocked in at 289. A headache and a twinge of nausea had set me off to a wacky blood sugar.

I decreased my bolus by 15% to decrease the chance of a quick plunge. An hour later, I had spiraled to 168, needing only half of the remaining active insulin. Within another hour, my blood sugar was 61 with 0.7 units of active insulin. I drank a juice and ate 15 grams of carbs in crackers.

I started to feel increasingly shaky as I continued to eat the crackers, so I checked again. My blood sugar was 58. So I chewed some glucose tabs and hoped for good numbers in the morning.

Then I woke up at 244 and dropped to 60 within two hours. Oh how I love getting back into the workout routine!