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Thursday, November 11, 2010
"Bite me D!"
Yesterday’s blood sugar pissed me off.
During my kicking around before class time I took a “brisk” walk on the treadmill with the incline up for about an hour. I watched some silly TV. Another digression coming… I don’t have TV at home. It’s another topic all in itself but when I go to the gym it’s a novelty to plug into the 6 channels and watch some garbage for awhile. So my walk - I actually broke a sweat so I must’ve been working pretty hard. It was nearing time to get settled into my bike. I got off the treadmill feeling like I was getting off one of those old playground apparatuses. You know, the ones that were banned? I was disoriented and my legs were wobbly and wonky. I hate that feeling which is probably why I don’t like running inside (amongst other reasons). I weebled back to my locker to get my cycling shoes and found my BS at 5.3 mmol/l (95 mg/dl). Yeah, another “FARK” “SHIT” etc etc flowed out of my mouth. I get the strangest looks from other women in the locker room. I downed a GU gel packing 27g carbs. Within 5 minutes of spinning I ate another two packs of Rockets (Smarties for you non CDN folk). And again half way through I had another two packs of rockets. By the time I finished class I had consumed 57 g carbs!!!!!! Holy hell, that’s half my ENTIRE daily carb intake. What was the point of even working out?! It eats me big time. I just know that if I didn’t correct that MASSIVELY high blood sugar it would have stayed that high and made my class miserable on the other end of the spectrum.