Not so super bowl-us.

You know what really gets my goat? When I think I’ve really done a great job with my diabetes management. Those moments where you think you’ve navigated through a tough situation and come out winning. You’re all stoked and feeling like a diabetes ninja. And then I hear the beeeeep beeeep of my CGM, check the number and find out that diabetes just crept in through the back door and clocked me with no warning. Grrrr!!

Superbowl Sunday delivered the sneak attack punch, and in hindsight, I should have known. In typical American fashion, the Super Bowl party we attended included chips, dips, pizza, and sweets. I had thought I chosen well, sticking to mostly low-carb veggies and dips that would minimally impact the BGs, and I gave myself a pat on the back for only having one slice of pizza which I bolused early and well for.

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But a few hours into the game, after bouncing no higher than 160mg/dL I crested over the 200mg/dL mark. It took a ton of extra insulin to get it down from there, no doubt due to some latent digestions of those high-fat dips and fibrous veggies, and maybe that pesky cheese on the pizza. Whatever the culprit, this high BG really ticked me off (or was it the tragic ending to the game that had me in such a bad mood? Could have been both). I hate it when I’m trying - like really, really trying - and diabetes pops up and says “Nah, you AIN’T got this” followed by an evil laugh and a flip of the bird.

That jerk diabetes. Always trying to get the better of me. Thank goodness there’s tomorrow - and it’s regular, healthier food options - ahead of me. Like the Seahawks, you’re not getting two in a row, diabetes!

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It all balances out. I was fighting a persistent low the whole second half. It still was a heck of a game, though my team didn’t win. The same bold play that got them there didn’t pan out at the end, but oh my…what an ending.

Type 1 for sure keeps reminding us of who is in charge. I always look at how capable I am in other parts of my life and know that I would have been fired from most of my jobs if my track record of success was as low as it is for party food, pizza, and all.

Oh, that’s how my Superb Owl party went too!! Only I crested at 300… And it took HOURS and lots of insulin to bring down. Blargh. Doesn’t help that I worked beforehand in order to try to help with BG insanity, and that actually MADE me start with a high BG…

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