Please don’t judge me for getting excited about finding toaster strudels in the freezer this morning.
I did everything right. I tested my blood sugar, I counted the carbs, I even set a mental timer for when I could actually eat (doing the pre-bolus thing).
But as my morning escaped into afternoon, and I started feeling worse and worse, a quick review of my bolus history was missing the most important part of my plan.
For all of the planning, counting, calculating, and waiting (it was more than 20 minutes, yo)… a TON of work, all in my head, and I forgot to actually take the bolus.
I thought I was being SO good. I was SO disciplined to have delicious frosted toaster strudels chilling (literally) on a plate right in front of me for so long, waiting for the insulin I hadn’t even taken to start working.