This is not the post I intended to write this morning.

Today, I woke up to a fasting of 151, which is pretty darn good considering where I've been lately. I dressed for my morning walk, sat on the couch and ate what I'm now referring to as a snack--a small cup of yogurt, just 15 grams of carbs. It was all I needed to sustain me through my walk. I used to eat half of a peanut butter sandwich, but it's really hard to choke down that much dryness before the sun even comes up. But I digress.

I decided that with a fairly decent fasting, so few carbs and a 30-minute walk upon me that I didn't need to take any insulin. I mean, 15 grams of carbs! C'mon!

Walking in the brisk not-even-60-degree morning, examining the hazy halo around the full moon, and enjoying what would likely be the only silence I got all day, I composed a post that essentially said I've got it all figured out. Yes, I was smug. I assumed that I'd come back from my walk, shower and get ready for work, and upon checking my sugar I'd see a number likely lower than 100. The post practically wrote itself.

At 90-minutes post, I couldn't stand it anymore. I was ready to see how well I had done. Do you know what it feels like to have that smugness shoved back in your face? It's not pretty. Curses, I thought when I saw 160. Yes, I know that another 30 minutes could have had me below 140, but that's not the point! The point is 15 grams of carbs+a good, brisk walk=decent blood sugar for Michelle!

I really thought I had this so very well-thought out. *sigh*