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At the Top of the Mountain

I really like math and graphs and curves, a lot. I do.

And I've been thinking about my Diabetes control, a lot. [forever and always]

So, I decided there are two schools of thought on the issue: (1) maintain extremely tight control and (2) maintain "manageable" control. For the visual learners, it would look a little something like this:



In option 1, the blood sugars are maintained as close to "normal" as possible, likely decreasing complications from the disease. However, this tight control comes at a cost: your sanity. That ball is balancing ever so cautiously on the precipice of a giant mountain with steep sides. One wrong move, one carb counted incorrectly, one 5 minute exercise extension sends the ball over the edge with extreme effort required to bring it back to center (and probably feeling pretty crappy during that process).

Option 2, on the other hand, does not dance so "close to the edge" (pun intended). The slope is more gradual, and small mistakes are easier to recover from. No, control isn't the "tightest" (a different threshold for every Diabetic), but the pro to this management style is breathing room. There is built in breathing room for life's little curve balls and less stress associated with hitting the tight target thresholds.

So, which is better? Ugh....good question. For me, when life can handle it I am for option 1, but sometimes I need to relax a bit and settle into option 2. Choosing which to focus on - health or life - is the ultimate balancing act, and often changes on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis.

Of course, deep down we know that one affects the other - tight control can make life better with potentially less complications, and enjoying life can reduce stress hormones and help the diabetes animal behave.

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