Hitting the Wall.
Today, I completed my fourth workout in two weeks, which means I am halfway to meeting my January goal of working out four days a week.
I’ve also hit what is known as <deep voice> The Wall. </deep voice>
From what I can tell, I haven’t lost any weight. Not even an ounce. My clothes, for what it’s worth, fit exactly the same as they did before I started working out. I am optimistic this shall change, but I am not holding my breath (which is good, because that would make working out rather difficult). My blood sugars on the other hand have dramatically improved already. While I haven’t lowered my insulin intake just yet, I am overall having less highs throughout the day, and find myself holding steady more often and flat-lining on my CGM throughout the day. I am in general taking less insulin than I was before because I’m having less frequent high blood sugars. I’m correcting less and enjoying ringing in at lunchtime at 110 mg/dl. Deviation and variation in blood sugars is just as dangerous as the blood sugar itself; the more often you jump around, the higher chance of getting complications even if you’re A1C or glucose meter average says you’re a-OK. Pay attention to your standard deviation because it means more than you might think.
I am still finding myself with my classic conundrum though. I’ll start working out at a reasonable number, and slowly drop a few points, maybe thirty or forty. I come home to a really great low-to-mid 100s blood sugar and think I’m Superwoman. And then, about two hours later, POP! goes the blood sugar. And I spike to a lousy mid 200s blood sugar without doing a damn thing. And here’s the thing: I wear my insulin pump while I work out. It’s not like I’m missing basal rate. I usually work out after I eat dinner though, but if I take my full amount of insulin at dinner, I sink like a rock. If I don’t take a full amount of dinner, I hold steady, maybe drop a little which is normal, and then POP!
This, my friends, is why I avoid the gym. It’s not the lows that kill me – it’s the lousy highs that plague my post-workout and make me feel like a gym failure. The next day, of course, the after effects are great. It’s just that post-workout high that won’t seem to budge. Suggestions for how to kick that 268 mg/dl into submission would be greatly appreciated!
Today marks the beginning of Week Three (my weeks are Friday thru Thursday to coincide with the start of the year since my first workout was on Saturday, January 2). I plan on attending another ballet class on Sunday (my fifth!), workout on Monday since I’m not working due to MLK Jr. Day, and then twice later, probably Wednesday and Thursday. I have them written down on my new Anne Taintor calendar and I’m trying to make sure I stick with it!
I may have it the proverbial two week Wall, but I plan on kicking right through it! Hi-YAH!