I graze. I’m a grazer. Visually speaking, my food choices are spread out over a gigantic field and I run through, grabbing bites here and there and never properly taking amounts or serving sizes into account.
“How many grapes did I just eat,” is a common, whispered question. “Did I bolus for that protein bar?” is another one. “Hey, I only had eggs and not toast – how many carbs did I bolus for, and what needs to be consumed now so I don’t hit the deck?”
I am good at going through the motions of diabetes management, but I have been slacking on minding the minutiae of late. I don’t sit down to formal meals throughout the day (schedules are nonexistent at the moment), so keeping track of the food I’m eating has been a challenge. Grazing makes for dodgy carb counting.
I need to mind my B.O.L.U.S:
Must Beware of Loose, Unsupervised Snacks! When carbs are roaming around unsupervised and unbolused-for (terrible grammar, worse when spellcheck changes it to “unbloused-for”), blood sugars go high and stay there because I’m chasing my insulin-tail or I go low because I’m over-estimating. Insulin is potent stuff, and SWAG’ing it makes for Ms and Ws on my Dexcom graph. If I can just pay-the-fuck-attention to what I’m eating, I’ll have fewer frustrating results. Right? RIGHT??
The more I mind what I’m eating, the more even my blood sugars will be.
Now let’s see how that theory shakes out, as I attempt it for the 10,000th time since diagnosis.