This morning was a move in the right direction with a fasting blood glucose of 6.7 (120). I avoided eating any grains yesterday, which seems to make a noticeable difference in my blood glucose lottery playing strategy. I also went for a walk along Lake Michigan before bed, which included a minute long sprint to inform a cop stationed at the entrance of the park of a youth gang disagreement that seemed primed to make Chicago even more infamous for its murder rate. I feel as if I should have scored an even better fasting blood glucose number from the benefit of last night's impromptu late night exercise, but I'm now convinced that my anxiety is so threatened by the possibility of my ability to cope better, even without junk food to keep it at bay, that it is doing whatever it can to trigger reasons for me to be perpetually unnerved in my quest for diabetes control by way of rigging the numbers to rise. I expect things will eventually settle down after the lobotomy.