This week my daily blood sugar readings have been creeping upward. Steadily. Steathily. Agonizingly, point by point. I have not been below 190 since Monday morning (when I should be 150 or less). Tonight before eating dinner, it was 306. WTF?
No, I have not been sinning big or even sinning little. I have been taking my meds on time and have not missed a dose. I have been eating very cleanly – protein, vegetables, severely limited carbs, no big baddie troubling sodas or candy or junk food. I have exercised every morning for at least 45 minutes and kept my heart rate up into the fat burning zone for 30 to 35 of those minutes. I did Bikram yoga 3 times this week and that always feels like I should be literally sweating my ass off. And this is the results I get?
Time for a visit with my doc.
Type 2 diabetes is so maddening. When I eat crap I expect this sort of thing, but I have been being careful and watching every bite of food that enters my mouth. I thought for sure it would be better and going down, down, down. I was wrong.
Ugh. Now I cannot even call for the appointment until Monday. Maybe it’s stress? I remember not consuming anything but water for 5 straight days in 2013 before and after surgery and having blood sugar over 300. It was ridiculous, but being in the hospital can do that. I do not feel particularly stressed right now, but maybe. I am grasping for explanations and my doc is out of reach until Monday.
I am off on a neighborhood walk-about with my neighbor. Hopefully the citronella soap I have just showered with will keep the mosquitos at bay. The downside of spring. Maybe losing a little blood to those hungry buggers will help? The theory cannot be any more far-fetched that this whole diet-and-exercise thing I’m working.
Happy Friday everyone! Have a wonderful weekend.