Dear low blood sugar,
You’ve been around for a while now. You weren’t invited but you didn’t care. You first showed up when I was in high school, but you didn’t usually stick around, so I thought it was no big deal.
Then, in my early 20s, you showed up and stayed a super long time.
You made me feel super exhausted, shaky, sweaty and weird every single day, around 3 or 4 p.m. like clockwork.
You were always super annoying, ruining anything that was fun. You made me distracted when I was trying to enjoy a nice dinner with friends. You made it hard to sleep most of the time and gave me killer insomnia.
Finally, at 23, I figured you out.
I stopped eating all the things that triggered you: white bread, white pasta, etc. I started eating more protein. I ate more regularly and had a snack every day at 3 p.m.
Gradually, you went away. You still made some appearances, but you could be controlled with a bowl of Greek yogurt and blueberries or a spoonful of peanut butter.
Today, you’re mostly a distant memory.
And I am so thankful to live every day with energy and an even mood, to rarely get insomnia, and to be super aware of how to control you when you do creep up.
Thanks, low blood sugar. You were the first step in my journey towards health — the first chapter of my healthy story. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Do you get low blood sugar? How do you deal with it?