I ran a marathon the other day.
Okay, okay, I didn’t – but I sure looked like I did. Isn’t that close enough? One moment, I was sitting at my desk and the very next, I registered beads of sweat forming and dripping down my forehead, back, and chest.
It was pretty disgusting, but also pretty alarming as I knew almost immediately that this was a blood sugar-induced sweat.
In my haze of hypoglycemia, I started reaching for anything and everything that would bring me back up. A leftover Reese’s egg from Eastertime, a handful of Wheat Thins crackers, and a whole bunch of Lucky Charms marshmallows (and I’m serious when I say just the marshmallows, my boyfriend knows how much I love them and bought me a bag of the colorful shapes sans oat pieces not too long ago) were among the items that I ate in hasty desperation, as if the faster I downed them, the sooner it would be for the sweat to evaporate off my body.
The whole episode couldn’t have lasted longer than 10 minutes, but it was an absolute frenzy as I hunted down and devoured each carbohydrate separately. By the time I decided I had eaten enough, I was exhausted, so I collapsed onto my bed in a gross, sweaty heap. I guess that the low blood sugar and the subsequent snacking really took a toll on me, because within minutes, my eyes were drifting shut and I flat-out fell asleep for an unexpected 20 minute catnap.
I woke up to my CGM buzzing, signifying to me that my blood sugar was coming back up. I silenced the alarm, doing my best to snap out of my haze, and felt a little emotional about the ordeal. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I did not let them fall as I registered what had just happened. I was embarrassed about the excessive amount of food I’d just eaten to fix a fairly run-of-the-mill low blood sugar. I was mad at myself for losing control. I was stunned that it had knocked me off my feet, literally, and lulled me into an afternoon nap that I wouldn’t have otherwise taken.
Sweat, tears, and blood (sugar)…all within 10 minutes or less. Just like running a marathon, except much, much faster. Guess that makes me some sort of athlete!
Hugging the Cactus 
Sheryl once found me crying. What in the hell are you crying about, she asked? I said peanuts. What about peanuts? They are all gone now. What the hell are you talking about she asked again. I told you I said, I am crying about the peanuts. Listen you better tell me what you are talking about she demanded. I ate the whole jar of peanut butter and now it’s gone. Oh, BS she said. No, I said it’s all gone. Did you eat it she said? I said yes.
Well in a way I had. I ate half of a spoon full. Knowing we had just purchaseed a 32oz jar of my favorite, peter pan, I thought i had eaten it all. Turns out it was still in the car. She left it out there to take to her mothers for our boys. LOL
So maybe all that stuff you ate, you really didn’t My advice look in the car first. That way there is always hope. LOL
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