Day two with absolutely level blood sugar. I wake up in the morning, my fasting blood sugar is 82. I eat, and my postprandial blood sugar is 89. I work out, and my blood sugar is 87. Of course... I have an order for blood work.
It started leveling off a couple days before my appointment with the endocrinologist. I'm less hungry, less worn down, and having less hot flashes, shakes and nausea. I'll just have to give the doc a fasting glucose next week if it doesn't fall off again. It's not going to tell anything.
I don't know whether to be encouraged or discouraged by that. I'm happy that I'm doing well, and I've had a few months at a time where I haven't had any blood sugar issues. The problem is that those awful, unpredictable drops in blood glucose keep coming back, and I need to be able to get my testing done when that happens. Waiting 6 months for an appointment just doesn't work.
So there's part of me that wished this good stretch happened a couple weeks later than it did, and another part of me that's just happy to be having these good days strung together. It's also helping with my eating, because I'm not trying to get my sugar up out of the 30s or 40s... I'm able to eat more like I think I should.
Today I was a little low on calories, because I'm not so hungry all the time and not eating to raise my blood sugar, and I ended up around 1100 calories.... which will (I hope) result in a loss again tomorrow. I prefer to be around 1200 to lose weight, and need about 1600 to maintain.
I have the idea that I can be back in Onederland by Valentines Day (no, I don't have a date) and I'm shooting for that, although I'm not going to get terribly upset if I don't make it, because it's about a pound a day, and that's a bit more than may be reasonable.
I'm pretty sure I can make a new low weight by the time my birthday rolls around (June) and am shooting for my original goal weight (171.4) by then... if not a little lower.
Today I've also been working on releasing some of my stress... and have surprised myself a little by being able to let go of some of the things I've been holding on to (and lugging around).