Why numbers don’t matter

I came home from the gym today and made the mistake of testing my blood sugar in front of my mother and sister. It was 156 which was pretty good considering:

  • I treated a low with orange juice
  • I drank a mocha to work out with and didn’t dose with insulin

Almost simultaneously my mother said that was high for her with a bit of ego, and my sister asked me what that meant.

Of course, neither one was ready to hear the answer which was:

It depends on what I’m doing for the next for four hours.

If I were going to watch TV, work on the computer, or do other normal Sunday stuff, I would correct and go on. But we were originally planning to go to a museum which would have meant some walking around, so I would have eaten some lunch and go on.

As it was, I ended up doing some last minute Christmas shopping so I had a bowl of soup and a assorted cheese appetizer at the Nordstrom Café.

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