Yesterday I didn’t get into the gym until around 8:30 PM. I had been in the car all day. As I was getting close to the gym I started really feeling excited about lifting weights (I know, weird, right?). I felt strong, and I was probably just feeling pretty antsy from being cooped up in my car all day.
My blood sugar was in the low 200’s, which is not where I wanted it. I had some insulin working from a bit ago, and was a bit worried about dropping too much while exercising. Well, sure enough, after warming up and doing about half of my workout, I was dropping fast. I had my Navigator CGM with me and was watching the action on the screen. Not too long after I hit 120 mg/dl with a straight down arrow, I knew I had to stop and get some glucose into me.
I headed down to the locker room and did a blood sugar test. 63 mg/dl. I treated the low and thought about going back upstairs to finish my workout. But I was really wiped out. That low had come fast and furious. It couldn’t have been more than 30-35 minutes of exercising. Maybe because I dropped so fast I felt wiped out? Who knows. I just didn’t have the energy, mentally or physically, to go up and finish. I wrote the rest of the workout off to the “win some lose some” scorecard of diabetes.
I was heading to the showers and one of the other guys passing by was looking at my arm with the Navigator sensor. He asked “Hey, what’s that deal on your arm?”. I said “It’s my first day out of the Level-5 Max prison in Stillwater — they’re trying to keep an eye on me…” and kept walking right on towards the showers.
I thought it was pretty sweet how my CGM helped me be safe in the gym and also provided a little slice of entertainment for me in the locker room.
I am a 6 ft tall woman. In the 70’s I had a bumper sticker on my VW that had a yellow happy face w one eye that said “mutants for nuclear power”. I thought it was hilarious. One day, after I pulled into a parking space at a market, this fellow who was “vertically challenged” asked me if I truly believed nuclear power causes mutations. I exited my car and as I towered over him I said “Well before I lived downwind from Seabrook, I was 5’4″!!”
hahahaha, oh Scott! Smartie pants.
i absolutely love the ‘i just got out of prison and they track me’ joke. im going to have to steal that one for the next time a stranger asks me about my cannula.
Glad to get over here and read your blog. Stillwater was a funny line. I need to think up something. Too old I suppose… I think I feel worse when the numbers plummet really fast, too.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
You forgot to tell us what that guys’ look was when you told him that.
Glad that the CGM has helped you out.
–Traci