of being diagnosed as an adolescent or adult is that you clearly remember what it was like to eat freely, whatever and whenever you wanted to. Today I was driving from one appt. to another, and on the way I felt hungry, and saw a Subway place (submarine sandwiches, if they don’t have them in your part of the world). So I stopped and had a 6" roast beef sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers, and succumbed to a regular Coke because they didn’t have any diet Sprite or other non-cola diet drinks. I can’t stand diet Coke, and I have to drink while I eat. So I fell for it (I COULD have asked for water, but NOOOO!!!). I took insulin according to my best SWAG guess, but now I’m sitting at 207 and have been above 200 for 2 hours, even though I took a correction.
So I fell off the horse, and am going to get right back on again, but I really do miss the days of not having to think about it. It’s like having Gollum (from the Hobbit) riding on the back of my brain – most of the time he just sits back there and murmurs about his precious and doesn’t bother me too much, but sometimes he just charges forth and starts wrestling with me and sometimes I lose. Today I lost.