For one thing, I never would have eaten raw broccoli out of a plastic bag in a hotel bathroom before. Also, I proudly consumed chicken wings and salmon sashimi at a tempura joint, avoiding the oh-so-tempting main options. I've been getting soup at the hawker center recently... Chinese food without rice, gasp!
My sister will tell you that nobody eats like we do—after all, we grew up on Kopps Frozen Custard! It runs in the family; my grandma's type 2 diabetes didn't stop her from baking many, many, many coffee toffee bars. 🤤  Â
But alas, her lovely round body is dead, and my days eating off neighboring restaurant tables have come to an end. I am no longer a human garbage can. My body is a temple, and blood sugar spikes are the devil.
Who the heck downloads and plots their own data? Nerdy blood newbs with chatGPT is who! This thing was much more obsession-inducing than the sleep tracker I tried. Speaking of which, Bryan Johnson seems to like the 80-100 mg/dL range. While stuffing my face with pizza in NYC, I was squarely in the pre-diabetic zone (120 avg).
Now that the needle has come out—and the numbers have stopped talking—I'm even more scared to death of what I might do to myself! Here's some required reading to soothe the soul:
Glucose Goddess interview and the sequel. Thanks Wendy for priming me with your surprisingly awesome girly podcasts, and recommending Levels.
Dr. Robert Lustig interview. This one is super technical and amazing. Did you know insulin is actually also the devil?
Flattering angle, right? Have someone else help you attach the sensor. I put the first one a bit too close to my body, perhaps poking a nerve... my arm tingled and I nearly fainted before ripping it off and wasting 10 days of subscription time. Thanks Wendy and Rachel for stabbing me properly. You get used to it after a couple hours, or at most a couple days.
