As I've been getting geared back up with my diabetes care over the last few days, a not-so-pretty pattern has emerged. (Or, at least, I think it has: it occurs to me as I type that I'm drawing some big conclusions from a small sample size. Hmm.) It seems like my BGs are higher than I want to be most of the time except for during my mid-afternoon dip and (history suggests) for a period early in the night.
It's been a somewhat tough few days in a number of ways, and yesterday found me pretty distressed about the diabetes stuff. I’ve felt like I had to structure my diet so as to keep my numbers where I want them. That would not only have been very difficult, but I know from experience that it's just not sustainable. I can't maintain a sense of depriving myself for all that long before there are, um, incidents.
As I lay in bed this morning, considering my situation with a mind fortified by a little sleep, it came to me that I was going about it wrong. I don't need dramatic self-deprivation, I need patience. Step up the exercise to help with insulin resistance, try to eat sensibly, continue to gather data, and see what happens. Panicking will only make me miserable.
Breathe, Bob. Just breathe.