Tonight our Print Production class went on a field trip to a printing company and about halfway through the tour I knew I was having a blood sugar crash. I left the tour and headed for my car where I tested my blood and ate a granola bar (which was all I had available). Count was 42.
Fast forward an hour and I'm feeling foggy headed and tired but figured it was just after effects. I was driving and on the phone with my mom and I told her what happened.
Scolding occurred. A granola bar isn't enough... I shouldn't be driving without substantial food... Instructed to pull over and eat... I obey. So here I sit in the parking lot of Wendy's eating a plain chicken breast that cost me nearly $5, is too dry so I'm choking it down and my pouch is screaming at me that it does NOT want food. But still I eat it.
I didn't eat unhealthy today. Everything I ate today was good for me. But I screwed up at lunch and forgot to pack the canned chicken that should have gone on my salad... Before class I tried making up for the carby lunch by having a light dinner heavy on protein. So even thought I ate healthy, my meals were not BALANCED properly within the context of each meal. Which reliably brings on a crash and surprises me every time because I was "behaving."
So I'm blogging in the parking lot of Wendy's while I wait for the fogginess in my head to clear so I can drive home which is an hour away.
Yeah... Hypoglycemia sucks!
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