My sweet Frankenstein. This is 4th day post my second trip of the summer. He’s over this out of town business.

Travel blog entry

Traveling as a diabetic can be a bit of chore. It has the ability to take away the whole relaxation effect a vacation should have. Your daily routine has been hijacked and either replaced with a full itinerary or days of jam packed with purely unscheduled “you” time.

Once you’ve figured out your typical daily life routine it can be a real pain in the ass to change it. Even if you’re visiting Disneyland, Cancun or Vegas.

I personally know that I can’t really do carbs in the morning unless I get to take a nap at lunch time and am fully allowed to be in a foul mood the rest of the day. But if I’m in New Orleans, I’m probably not going to pass on the obligatory beignets from Cafe du Monde. If I’m beachside at Playa Del Carmen I’ll probably order the margarita that has 97 grams of sugar instead of a fizzy water.

And then there’s the energy output issue. If you sit at a desk all day and you spend your vacation hiking the Grand Canyon your blood sugar will nose dive like a seagull after mullet (the fish, not the hairstyle). Same goes for the opposite. It you have a high stress or high energy job and you plop on the beach for a week you’ll need to pack an extra Novo pen. Even with mindful adjustments there will still be some shit hitting your internal fan.

I’m really not throwing a pity party. Though it does read that way. (It was just a really long opener.)

I recently spent a week detached from most forms of communication and social media. Away from the daily work induced anxiety. That should have made my body completely even out, right? Being in its most relaxed state, eating well, moving around about as much as I do normally and sleeping soundly for 8 hours. Instead, so unfamiliar with all of these sound practices my body freaked out. My blood sugar was low at least twice a day for 4 days. And of course it would rebound to 200 for the full experience.

It was mind blowing to me that my body reacted to the absence of stress and anxiety by tanking my blood sugar. I’ve come to the conclusion that my general state of being is anxious, which in turn causes my body to think I could go into battle or need to run from a wild animal at any moment, so adrenaline is seeping into my veins for absolutely no good reason.

Calm down. Pull yourself together. You are in charge of nothing that comes anywhere close to being life or death matters. So quit telling your insides that story.

We are insanely powerful. As many things as we don’t have any control over, our bodies and their reactions very often are not one. We have an epic amount of influence over our bodies, whether that influence is deliberate or not, and whether the outcome serves or hinders us, may be up to us.