Life has been crazy. Crazy at work. Crazy at home. Crazy in my mind. The only place I don't seem to be crazy, despite the stress and activity that accompany crazy, is in the numbers game.
I'm surprisingly normal. Even better than normal, actually.
I took my sugar the other night expecting to see a high number, and I got an 84. Every time I think I've pigged out beyond what I should possibly be eating, I wind up with a 119 or a 124 (outrageously good given my carb count for those moments).
The only idea I have is that maybe, in some freaky, f'd up way, my body thrives on chaos and crazy. Perhaps I should become more undone more often.
As always, more to come (just sporadically for the remainder of the crazy)...