Working out is my sanity. I am one of those people who finds her zen in an hour’s worth of sweating, and I often turn to the gym when I need to blow of steam. I also believe that overall, big picture, working out is beneficial to my diabetes management. But I’d be lying if I said it was always easy to see the benefits in the short term. Mostly because of crap like this:
254mg/dL? After running three miles early in the morning, starting with a glorious BG of 140mg/dL? After consuming nary a carb with my breakfast and still bolusing in hopes of warding off one of these exercise-induced, liver-created BS BGs? I think one of the most frustrating things about having diabetes is the fact that you can really and truly follow all the rules and do everything “right,” and diabetes might still decide to throw you a curve ball.
One of my favorite bloggers (probably one of everyone’s favorite bloggers, as she is the OG of the DOC), Kerri Sparling wrote a great post once about how if the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then diabetes totally IS INSANITY, because you can indeed do the same thing over and over again and get different results. Diabetes seemingly depends on your IOB, current blood sugar, the tide of the oceans on Mars, how many carbs you’re consuming, and the effing Mayan calendar, depending on how it’s feeling that day. It’s a total crap shoot sometimes, and results like that big fat 254 after running are not encouraging evidence for exercise.
Big picture, I know it’s good for me. It’s good for my overall health and my diabetes management, in the long run. But dammit if it isn’t annoying some days.