Yesterday I didn't just get my halo dirty. I dipped it in red fruit punch and then let it dry. No, I did not drink red fruit punch. I spent five hours in the dentist chair and then went to chick filet and had a number 1 which is a fried chicken sandwich and waffle fries. I did have a diet doctor pepper. But of course, I had the angel on my shoulder going no don't do that, but they didn't make the chicken raps any more so I just decided to go with what I know. It was a terrible choice, as my blood sugar went up really really high. It was nearly 300. But the good news and the breakthrough is that I am mastering the art of getting back on the horse again. Ok, I fell and none too gracefully this time. But the rest of the night I had a low carb yogourt some fruit and cheese with four crackers… and my bedtime blood sugar was 127 I think. This morning it was 123. And then this morning at breakfast, I had two pieces of toast with butter on them and some yogourt. I was also going to have a peach but it's like my body is starting to sense when I've had enough carbs and go you know what, it might be a good idea to put back the peach for now. So next time… I'll just eat one slice of that yummy toast and then I can still have the peach which is good for me. I don't really have a good way to count carbs and I wouldn't anyway as it's just too much fuss and bother. I want this to be a lifestyle change, but I can see how stuff effects me after I eat it and it's like my body is doing its own counting. Where was that feature when I was dipping my halo in red fruit punch yesterday? Well I had woken up at three in the morning with leg pain, had a pain pill around six cuz I just couldn't deal with it, then they gassed nme up pretty good because they were worried about my blood pressure. So by that time I was just like, ok grrr. I'm tired and frustrated and I've had a head ache. There are times when you just need a little break. And even though we were at the mall I didn't get the cinamon covered almonds or cookies or dippin dots or anything like that. Of course, what I did get was bad enough. But having my trusty meter and being able to check my sugar is like having the cricket on my shoulder all the time. I see it go up and think well that was a bad choice now wasn't it… then I make adjustments. So my fbs is within safe levels, except for yesterday when it was 45. I'm still not convinced that was an accurate reading. I had no symptoms. I feel moer symptomatic now after I ate than I did yesterday morning. I am running a fever though. That's probably why. I would really like to know about other people's tarnished halo experiences. Not so much, oh poor me I made a horrible choice… although I know we all feel that way at times. More to the point, what you did later to recover. What choices did you make afterword? How did you deal with your guilt if you felt any? Did your kids or partner get involved, like did they yell at you for making a bad decision? How did you handle that? Mine fortunately were very ok with me. I could, in fact, take lessons from how they handled things. Ok, happy posting.
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