Of course the day I choose to try to cut some sugar out of my life is the day my cat, Frankie, wakes me at 3:30 because my sugar is WAY high. Yes, he can tell. He wakes me up by bumping his head against mine to wake me. If that doesn’t work, a nice paw to the nose does the trick.
379. Yikes. This could mean several things. Dawn phenomenon (liver throws out all the sugar in early morning hours), fighting infection or sickness. Stress. Or just luck of the draw and it’s a Thursday. Whatever the reason, I was supposed to be at workout class at 5:30 with some friends and I wavered on whether to trash it and try to bring my sugar down at home. I opted for getting up, walking a lot to try to start bringing it down slowly. The higher it goes, the faster if free falls and the more dangerous reactions.
Well a few hundred burpees (torturous push up stand up things) and deadlifts later, I’m at school with a nice rosy 220 sugar level. Much better. Far from ideal, but much better.
Now to make it to 3:15 without a coke. I want one so bad right now. I want ice cold sugar in my veins.
I’ll settle for a protein drink with some juicy mango.