Being diagnosed a diabetic has not been fun. I love carbs. Really do. I have found that what the ADA says I should have for carb intakes doesn’t work for me so I am low-carbing. That is working for me.  I like my feet attached to my ankles so I choose to keep my glucose under control.

My first A1c taken at the end of February was 12.something. That translates to an average glucose of 320. A few weeks later, while hospitalized, it was down to 10.4. I had blood drawn last week and it was 5.9! I am so thrilled that I have achieved such good control. I am surprised it was that high as my 90 average around the time I took it was 113 but I can live with that … for now.

My doctor also ordered a fructosamine test. I had never heard of that one and the tech drawing my blood didn’t know what it was either. Google to the rescue. It is older technology, I guess, but can still be used to measure what sort of control one has had more recently (past two or three weeks). While he didn’t give me a raw number on that, he told me it was actually on the low side of normal!

My hard work has certainly paid off and I need to be proud of myself and not beat myself up when I have small setbacks, like eating onion rings when I forgot to take my meds both for breakfast AND for dinner. Sheesh.

While I am still shooting for an A1c of under 5.5, I will take this reading and be proud of it … for now!