From Low to Lucky (Charms)
I’m sitting in the living room, so excited that the heat in the living room feels like it’s finally working. And then I can’t focus on the TV. And then I can’t get out of the recliner without a ridiculous amount of effort. Clearly the heat is not the kind coming from the radiator, but the kind that comes from a ridiculous low. I get to my meter (which was downstairs with me – usually it’s not!) and I’m 38. Fabulous I have four juice boxes downstairs so I have all of them. I make myself believe that that is all I need. Hello, that’s three extra than I normally need. But my head just keeps telling me “sugarrrrrrrrrr.” I go into the kitchen to find anything sweet. The only thing I find of mine is ice cream, which I’m pretty sure is the culprit of my low (seriously). So I grab my roommate’s Lucky Charms and devour the biggest bowl of cereal I’ve ever had in my life. It’s in this moment when I beat myself up for not having self control and wishing that I could keep sugary things without actually eating them. I sat there finally convinced that I was not low anymore. At which point I started to freeze because of how hot I was just a short while ago.
this sounds familiar. if i am below 50, all bets are off in terms of me being able to reign in the carb consumption. ugh.