These are a lot better than they were back when I was trying to squeeze every last drop out of my expired insulin bottle, but not as good as I’d like them to be (under 110, baby!).
Really, the insulin is the only difference. I continue to eat and work out more or less the same as I’d been doing a few weeks ago, but the last four days before I finally packed it in and got new insulin, things looked more like this:
As you can see, it took that 317 number to freak me out enough to finally make the switch.
(and even then, it took some time to get things back under control. Even with the new insulin, I spent another week like this:
It’s a good lesson, though. When your numbers start to go off – even by “only” forty or fifty points, and your insulin is nearly three months old, it’s the insulin, not some wackjob bodily process or those onion rings you ate last night. And, I think, it’s a good lesson for me, too. Bad insulin takes a while to get out of your system. Changing it right away doesn’t mean immediate results. You’re already swinging high, and your body has to find equilibrium again.
It’s weird how those hills and valleys work, like throwing a pebble into a pond.