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In Which We Have a Pricking War

By Kathryn Foss

Last month I told you all how I was adopting a lower carb lifestyle, in particular, following the South Beach Diet. I was toodling nicely along until it came time to go on to Phase 2. Unfortunately, the added carbohydrates wreaked havoc on my blood sugar and I was forced to put my thinking cap back on. (What is a thinking cap by the way? Has anyone ever SEEN one?)

Luckily, it wasn't rocket science and I have quickly learned that my body does best on a low-carb diet, evidenced by really stellar fasting glucose and post-meal numbers. So, I am not following any plan in particular, just low-carb in general, and my body is saying thank you and my pancreas is crying tears of joy. Ok, maybe not tears of joy, but I can imagine that it is relieved, or that it would be if it actually had emotions.

So, as my eating habits improve, I find myself testing a lot more frequently. All this testing is giving me a pretty clear snapshot of what is going on inside and what foods my body does best with. When I was being a daredevil diabetic, I got a bit lazy on my testing and just relied on my A1C test every 6 weeks, I thought if I didn't SEE the crazy high post meal numbers, then they weren't real, as long as my A1C was under 6.5, I was good.

Yea, not the best management plan, I know. It came to head in August, my A1C was 7.4 and I knew I had to do something to get things back under control and back down in the low 6 range.

And how do we do that, class??

Testing!! Lots of testing.

I am actually liking all the testing these days. I look forward to pricking my fingers after a low-carb meal, knowing I will be rewarded with a low number. I became obsessive about it, and soon, pricking myself wasn't enough. I needed others to compare myself to. In our home the pricking options are slim. There's me, the hubby, and two small Chihuahuas. Hmmm. Who's it gonna be?? So, my other half was recruited against his will into what will be referred to henceforth as the "Pricking Wars."

At first he protested. He said he didn't want to be pricked by my tiny lancet. I said I didn't blame him, that I don't want to be pricked by my tiny lancet either, but I am, about SIX TIMES A DAY!!

So, I basically shamed him into taking part in the forced nightly competitions. I found it mildly amusing to watch him extend his finger with a pained look on his face, clearly expecting the tiny hole in his finger to bleed copious amounts. He quickly learned that it wasn't a big deal, and for a few days there became mildly interested in the results.

Sadly, no matter what I eat, he ALWAYS beats me. I find it infuriating. The other night he had an entire pizza and beer and I had salmon and broccoli. I was feeling especially cocky that night knowing I had a good shot of winning this round, but NO! He beat me by 2 lousy points!!!

Oh, the injustice!

Yet despite all of this, I still am determined. I am convinced that if I continue making the best choices for my body, that my body will reward me. Surely my body KNOWS how important it is to win at least ONE of these pricking wars??

But until that glorious day comes, I will keep on doing what I am doing - eating well, having tight control, and listening to my body. I may not be winning any blood sugar competitions with non-diabetics, but this past Friday I went to my doctor and had a new A1C: 5.9.

Wow. Now how's that for a victory?

Read more of Kathryn Foss' columns here.

Disclaimer
dLife's Daily Living columnists are not all medical experts, but everyday people living with diabetes and sharing their personal experiences. While their method of diabetes management may work for them, everyone is different. Please consult with your diabetes care team to find out what will work best for you.