My blood sugar has been high in the morning for the last few weeks. It’s very frustrating and it starts my day off on the wrong foot. I can’t seem to figure out what’s going on and have been going through the whole series of questions: have I changed what I eat? Do I need to increase my insulin? Am I getting sick? Nothing has helped and my frustration has grown like a tumor with each new day.
This morning I woke up and my blood sugar was 188. Ugh. And so I gave my shot, an extra big one, and began my day with that silent tension under my eyes and in my throat. I was less patient with my kids and hurried them out the door to school, and then went for my run, expecting it to be bad because I was high. By the time I returned to the house my bs had dropped and when my husband asked me how my run was, my voice got all shakey. I wanted to say it was great because I got to run without pushing the jogger which is waaaay more enjoyable, and it was a beautiful morning-crisp and cool which is not the norm here in Charleston-but instead all I could focus on was my crappy blood sugars. Normally I don’t like to complain to Dale because I feel like it’s pointless and he’s heard it all before, what could he possibly say today that would be any different? But today I was desperate. So I complained. And vented. And whined. And Dale listened and said something brilliant.
Before I go any further I should say that my husband is a golfer and that this is an approximation of what he said, I had to write it down since normally, sports metaphors go right over my head.
Dale said, “well, golfers like to say: get out of results and get into the process.” My ears perked up. He continued, “When I’m playing in a tournament and I hit a bad shot, I don’t let that ruin the game. I play hole by hole and stay in the game.”
“So when I have a 300 blood sugar, it’s like getting a triple bogie,” I was getting excited. “And instead of letting the bogie ruin the game, I’ve got to keep playing, right?”
Dale laughed. “Sure. You just have to keep doing what you’re doing, exercising and eating well. Don’t let one bad shot change the way you play.”
Who would have thought? My husband the sports therapist 🙂