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I really need and want to lose 30 lbs., but I'm not sure how I'm going to manage it. It's especially hard on days where I have any kind of evening plans--including my weekly choir practice and writers group--because that delays dinner, and it seems like I'm most vulnerable to the crashes between 3:00 and 8:00 p.m.
One of the joys of a low-carb diet is that your blood sugar pretty much stops fluctuating. At the very least, you could skip the cheap white things and have protien snacks.
DH and I both experience rapid drops in blood sugar. Once while taking a trip to Pittsburgh (planned so that we could arrive at dinner time), we hit a huge traffic jam on I70. While we stewed in the car we got hungrier and hungrier and eventually started snapping and then actually yelling at each other.
We finally pulled off the highway to get gas and call our hostess. DH went inside the gas station and came out with two diet cokes and two bags of potato chips. After the first chip we were all lovey-dovey, schmoopy sorry.
What is it about physiology that makes this sugar/mood drop thing happen? I swear that I've never suffered from anything other than irritation at physical symptoms of hunger, so this is fascinating to me.
What is it about physiology that makes this sugar/mood drop thing happen?
No idea, but it's not pretty. Z goes into a near-catatonic state if he goes too long between feedings. I, as mentioned before, go feral. Luckily, it doesn't take much more than a piece of chocolate to bring either of us back.
Like, is it a precursor to diabetes, or am I kidding myself that it's all about food and I need to go back to the therapist, or what.
Susan, speaking as someone who turns feral if her blood sugar takes even a slight dip below normal and has had extensive bloodwork done - you're probably not crazy or pre-diabetic.
Heh. The people who were in SF for Nillyfest got to witness me getting my low-blood-sugar bitch on at a restaurant hostess who wouldn't seat us at the *completely empty* tables. Tep + low blood sugar = smiting.
If I wait long enough, I become nauseated, but as far as I know, there isn't much emotional response.
I have nothing to say about blood sugar.
However, I am happy to share with you all that I am completely finished, forever and ever, with law school. Yay Me!!!! (of course, there is still the looming bar exam)
yay you.
Yay, Stephanie!!!
Hooray. Stephanie!