Insulin + rainy day/new Lego set/good book = ineffective.
Insulin + beach day = work like dream.
That why Bubs run up/down staircase 10x post bolus/pre-eat, rainy day. Attempt mimic condition of active lifestyle. Incredulous boy go along this plan. Not understand why cooperate, when stair thing seem so extremely ridiculous and not cooperate more standard request (apply sunscreen, brush hair, etc.) Important note: this strategy not work.Ten staircase not enough. Walk dog not enough. Need action. Real action.
Yesterday beach day. So busy boogie board, pickle, kadima. Cousins arrive, even more action. Bigfoot, Bigfoot spouse carefully calculate leave 15g carbs uncovered at lunch. 15 a lot! Also no basal while swim—pump in cooler. Even so, Bubs emerge from waves I feel kind of low.
BIGFOOT: Thinks she’s probably overreacting Can you walk back to our chairs?
BUBS: Unfastens velcro boogie board leash from wrist. Stares straight ahead, mouth slightly open
BIGFOOT: I’ll carry this. Can you walk?
BUBS: Stands still. Starts to move at a glacial pace. Stops
BIGFOOT: Do you want me to carry you?
BUBS: No. I think I’m OK. Not moving
Seven hours later, arrive at chairs. Bigfoot spouse get test kit out. 50. So eager treat low because have new favorite treatment: Glucolift! Unexpected hurdle: unable remove Glucolift tabs from 4-tab keychain holder obtain at FFL conference pharmaceutical swag. Maybe humidity make tabs swell? While spouse smack open container against palm, Bigfoot fumble wrapper off of cherry Starburst. (Worst flavor, so sorry, Bigfoot eat last yellow when no one looking.) While Bubs chew, Bigfoot Spouse succeed liberate keychain glucose tabs. Bubs feel better immediately upon swallow sugar.
Then realize ravenous! Grab closest edible thing: sea salt cashews. Hmm. These are pretty good. Then plum. Then Luna bar, even though notice wrapper say the whole nutrition bar for women. Then two peanut butter sandwiches. Then water. Then Bigfoot bolus for all but Starbusts/tabs, because storm rolling in, probably not stay beach much longer, only sit in car on drive home/in house duration of storm.
Play pickle. Sky darkens. Pack up. Rinse off. Pile into car. Headphones on. Simpsons DVD in. Drive through storm.
Home. High. 220 something. By bed time, 179. Bigfoot + BSpouse watch Friends with Kids. (Recommend!) 1AM 147. Bigfoot try convince spouse new nickname “Doll.” Bravely decide OK sleep through night. Wake up 8AM, 108. Not mean brag, but it eons since wake up normal # w/o consistent overnight interventions. Chuffed.
SCIENCE: Cashew, ocean, Jennifer Westfeldt–>good. Lego, reading, rain–>bad.