Behold the Valentine Carnage!

This actually isn’t nearly as bad as it could be. The kids cleaned up better than I thought. I am disappointed that Parker’s idea of 50% is one tiny little piece of chocolate off of a small Hershey’s chocolate bar. He was proud of himself for sharing with everyone since there were four pieces but that’s all I got. I thought we had a deal! Instead I get to clean up Fun Dip powder off the table, chair, and floor. Of course that wasn’t Parker. It was Gavin that made that mess.

Now that all the candy has been binged on and my babies are tattooed within an inch of their lives, they are outside running off the sugar high. They should be due for a sugar crash about the time I call them in for homework! Gavin just came in holding the top of his head. I asked what was up and he said, “There’s no time to explain!” and ran into the bathroom. Eh, no tears, no blood, no Mom needed. I am loving this independent childhood stage! After all the years of coddling babies this is a pretty sweet reward.

Which leads me into the point of this post – life’s little rewards. A few days ago I bought some cereal I had seen advertised on TV that looked really good. It’s the Greek version of Honey Bunches of Oats. What makes it Greek is the Greek yogurt clusters added to the cereal.

I love Honey Bunches of Oats. I love most cereal and tend to only indulge when my blood sugar is low in the middle of the night. Otherwise it requires too much insulin and no matter what, my blood sugar soars after a bowl of cereal. I’ve been having really good blood sugar readings in the mornings since I bought the way overpriced cereal. It cost $5 for eight servings. Eight? Nice wish!

Anyway, I have been trying to not pour myself too big a bowl and I have been bolusing correctly. This cereal has magical powers. I am convinced of it. Every time but once I have had beautiful postprandial blood sugar readings. So beautiful. The cereal really doesn’t taste that good. The Greek yogurt was not a great add on but I will eat this every day for the rest of my life if it does this to my blood sugars! I think the one time it didn’t work I had big eyes and poured a little too much.

This morning I gambled a bit. My morning reading was 131 but I didn’t get around to eating for about 45 minutes afterwards. I was too lazy to test again so I didn’t put in a reading to the Bolus Wizard on my pump. Just a carb count. My pump told me to take like 13 units or something. I only had 40 units to last until Heath got home in the evening. I don’t change my own sites and even though Parker loves to help me his enthusiasm makes me nervous. So I wanted to conserve on insulin as much as I could.

I fudged the carb count to bring the required units down. I still didn’t like the number. So I hit the easy bolus button four times. I have programmed that button to deliver two units at a time. So I was only taking eight units for a bowl of cereal. Guess what, it worked! I was 157 two hours later with some extra insulin still on board. Sweet! But then I overdid the snack and was high at lunchtime.

My bike was calling my name telling me it wanted to go out and play. So I ate an apple and had some mixed vegetables and some string cheese. Not a bad lunch. I chose not to bolus anything, not even to correct the high. I wanted to go on a bike ride. The problem is Gwen is little therefore she doesn’t give me any kind of a workout on my bike. I coasted behind her the whole time hitting my brakes every few feet to avoid hitting her. My butt is still not used to riding a bike. I wondered if that pain meant I was getting a good workout! No pain no gain right?

I took Gwen on a long ride up a bike path near our house to a major street (we stayed on the sidewalk) and down our friend’s street back to the bike path we started on. As I said, I coasted the whole way. There is a playground on the bike path so we stopped and Gwen played for a bit. Then she rode home while I coasted behind her. I checked my blood sugar when I got home expecting an ugly number. Nope, I was 124. I am not kidding. I went from 258 to 124 just by sitting on my bike in the sunshine with a sore butt. We ate leftover happy anniversary cake as a reward.

As if that isn’t exciting enough, I lose a pound every day I ride my bike. For real. The bike wasn’t cheap. This is why we haven’t gotten me one sooner but it was worth every penny.

Oh and one more thing, I have given up my mild Diet Coke addiction for bottled water. Never thought that would ever happen! I think people who drink bottled water are annoying yuppies. Ever since Heath bought me that Propel Zero when I had the plague I have been craving it. I bought myself two six-packs from the grocery store. That’s as close to bulk as I could find of the stuff.

Yesterday we went to Costco and I looked for a case of the water. No such luck. So I tried for a similar alternative and decided to go with SoBe. It doesn’t taste as good as the Propel Zero and there are three grams of carbs per serving. Yet there are no calories and supposedly no sugar. Who knows where the carbs come from. Maybe vitamins have carbs! Clearly it doesn’t have a negative affect on my blood sugar since I’m having such a great blood sugar day. Slowly I am rediscovering my former healthy self.

Some days life is just good. Today was one of those days.