I think I need to start taking my blood sugar more seriously, remembering to carry food and also to actually eat it. After all, my Dad is diabetic. I’m in training all week, and the hotel where it’s being held is not doing well by us in the matter of food. (My standards have been setest training set-up ever: Honeywell’s Training Center in Phoenix, where they provide bagels and croissants and stuff in the morning and tasty and varied snacks mid-afternoon, different stuff every day but always including sweet, salty, and some healthy choices, not to mention coffee, tea, water, and sodas. And newspapers, and internet connections.)
This place gives us coffee, tea, and water, but not quite enough of any of them (they will replenish if called). Lunch is small sandwiches with not a lot of filling, and before someone tells me that’s Dutch culture, everyone in the class but me is Dutch and they’re complaining too. Monday was just sandwiches, yesterday they gave us some fruit, today they had a bowl of yogurt (with not much fruit syrup swirled in.) Today our teacher gallantly refused to sign for the food until the hotel sent us more sandwiches. The server claimed we had three per person, until he counted and pointed out that 46/23 = 2, not 3. No snacks.
The other class members have taken to bringing in crackers or fruit; I did bring a fruit bar, but having eaten more than I wanted at lunch because I knew I wasn’t getting anything until dinner, I never ate it. The problem with this strategy was that by the time I left, my stomach still felt full, but I could feel my blood sugar crashing, which isn’t all that good a thing when you have to drive home in traffic. I mean, it was never dangerously low, but still, I realize that I should probably try to avoid that situation. It’s always been an issue for me, though it took until I was in high school or college to realize the real cause of the crashing fatigue and extreme crabbiness I sometimes got at the end of a long day (without much food). I do best when I eat like a bird: not a lot at once, but constantly.
So tomorrow, I promise to actually eat my apple bar.
Off to dinner now!