The night before last, I woke up feeling queasy at 4.21am. I was hypo, with a BGL of only 2.6, which is very low for me. I'd made a beautiful veggie curry for dinner - perfectly low carb and jam packed with cabbage, spinach, carrots, broccoli, and sweet potato, tomatoes and a heap of fragrant spices (garam masala, turmeric, cumin, caraway seeds) and coconut milk. It was too good to pause for a photo!
That rounded out a perfect day of eating. Or, at least, it should have. But about twenty minutes after dinner I heard it. My name. My name being chanted over and over and over again from inside the fridge.
We'd had friends over on Sunday night and Roch had made the most divine chocolate brownies I've ever tasted, and there were leftovers.... And so...gulp...I did not make a very good food choice. I ate one. A whole one, and it was just so scrummy.
But boy, did I pay for it later. Before bed, my BGL was a whopping 14.4 (I'm nursing at the moment and my endocrinologist has advised I can relax my usual 4.0 - 8.0 range to up to 10.0). I adjusted my insulin and with the dosage advised, but, nonetheless, my BGL came crashing down too low, too fast.
And thereinlies the rub for this diabetic. I generally find it easier to avoid sugary foods and carbs than I do to cope with hypos and adjust insulin for difficult ingredients. If I can't carb count it, I just need to avoid it. The after effects of a hypo are, for me, a bit like a hangover. Banging headache and lethargy chief amongst my complaints. And I can't begin to tell you how wrong it feels, as a grown up, to feast on crap lollies in the middle night hours. I know there are going to be up days and down days, but this was a very timely reminder as to why I have decided to really commit to the best diet and lifestyle I can, for me. And I'm so hopeful this blog keeps me on my (still fully nerve receptive) toes!
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