Yesterday was a BAD Day.
And an interesting reminder of how bloomin easy it is to fall off the wagon.
B: following my carb intake at the carvery, the night before, I thought 'I'll have 1 slice of toast to ease myself down, and stave off the carb cravings (stupid, eh?). So of course I had 2 slices of toast with my bacon and eggs. Although I didn't enjoy them, really. But kept eating.
Didn't test.
L: was a disorganised mess. I haven't been hypoing recently, because I've been VLC. So I forgot that
if you eat carbs, watch out for reactive hypos!. so about 3 pm I started grumping and sniping at Mr B, and he read the signs and suggested food. Urgently. So we had an argument.
) Which resulted in me commando rolling into a supermarket car park and me staggering on wobbly legs into the store to the nearest food (the lunch deals chiller). So then I ate (inhaled) a prawn cocktail sarnie, a pack of crisps and a bottle of raspberry and OJ.
12.7 at 2 hours. 11.9 at 2.5 hours. heaven knows what it was at 1 hr!!!
D: was a ton of baked salmon, with mayo, no veg or salad, followed by a large chunk of stracciatella cake, with cream. This was timed to catch me on the downward bg slope and stuff me with FAT.
Today should be interesting!