I used to complain about spending the week between Christmas and New Years Day at work. So this year, I took that week off, and I discovered something: It’s not being at work that week that I don’t enjoy, it’s the week itself.
Lots of people are off of work, too many of them are at malls and grocery stores and my favorite Target, it’s still getting dark way too early, and everyone’s waiting until the first Monday of the year, it seems, to get off of their asses and do stuff.
In theory, it was a beautiful end to the year. I slept late every day, I tore through a few books, I sat on the couch and watched a lot of movies, I ate and drank to my heart’s content with friends and family. And I mastered the ski jump game on my new Wii Fit Plus. But all the things that made those 10 days so wonderful were the same things that made me a little anxious.
I’m like a baby or a puppy. I need routine. Without it, I spend far too much time doing things that aren’t particularly worthwhile, and the rest of the time worrying that I’m not doing things that are particularly worthwhile. And as nice as it is to take a break for a week, I’m so glad to be back to regular life — and so are my blood sugars. I was shooting up into the 200s at least once a day (I even had a couple of 300-somethings) and it wasn’t unusual for me to rage bolus myself way too far back down — into the 50s and 40s.
Regular life means that my carbohydrate intake for breakfast, lunch and dinner stays in the same neighborhood for more than two days at a time. It means I can plan out meals for the week and take my heart medications at the same time every day. It means I can be home to catch Jeopardy!, and that I can remember if that fun thing I did happened last Sunday or Wednesday or Tuesday.
I’m not one to make resolutions, but something about reaching even the smallest goals seems more manageable when everything else follows the rhythm you’ve gotten used to. Mine may be a predictable little life (with diabetes), but that’s the way I like it.*
*Until two months from now, when I’ll be dying to spend a week sleeping in and watching TV.