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Goodnight Kisses

Alright, it’s time for my first confession.  Last night, just before bed, I tore into the emergency chocolate.  I keep it in a kitchen drawer for those times when my blood sugar takes a dive.  Yes, there are other methods that are faster and more effective, but why can’t I get just a little enjoyment out of an otherwise unpleasant experience.

99% of the time—OK, more like 88.259% of the time, I don’t think about chocolate drawer.  I’ve got fat-free yogurt for when I want something sweet.  But a depressed mood told me, “Your body needs Hershey’s dark chocolate kisses.  Well, your body doesn’t, but some noodle on the right (more touchy-feely) side of the brain does.”

So I feed chocolate to that noodle, gave myself a shot of fast-acting insulin, and went to bed.

When I woke up this morning my glucose was 235.  I’d like to tell you there won’t be a next time, but there will be.  It won’t be any time soon, though.  And it might be mini Snickers bars or peanut butter cups.

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