Something about that perfect, beautiful, 100mg/dL gives me the warm fuzzies all over. It’s perfectly in range, and such a pretty, round, glorious number. Every time this pops up on a meter, I can’t help but smile and give myself a big ‘ole pat on the back. It’s the number we’re told to shoot for since the day we’re diagnosed. And almost 21 years later, it’s still the number that makes me the happiest. It’s the blood sugar equivalent of a home run, and I love me a good 100.