I'm sitting at the computer, typing. I've just consumed five or six Fudge Stripe cookies, a handful of chips and half a glass of orange juice. I went to bed on the high side (210 mg/dl), confident this wouldn't happen. And yet here I sit with a glass in hand, having come to after an episode of nighttime eating. My shirt is damp with sweat and my pulse is down from a gallop to a trot. Who am I? How did I get here? I'm in a daze as I survey the damage.
One of the hardest things for me to deal with over the years has been the urge to eat everything in the kitchen when I bottom out. I practice Kerri's sip-counting method, I really do, but when the wolverine takes over I'm powerless. I'm always so scared the low won't come up.
Oh, how I wish I could sleep through the night without wondering where my blood sugar will be when I awaken...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
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I hear you.
I am a chronic over-treater. It is so damn hard to keep it under control when in a "low fog".
Oh, I've never been able to master that juice sipping thing like Kerri. I graze through the whole kitchen when I wake up in the middle of the night with a bad low. I just can't stop myself. Then I wake up with a BG through the roof! I hate when that happens.
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