Diabetes isn't very prominent on my radar on the weekends - and I'm not sure I want to change that.
It's part of the reason my A1C came back last week at a much higher 6.9, compared with the 5.8 I dominated with in November. (A lot of other things are to blame for that, as well.) But I think it also might be part of what helps me feel some balance with all of this super-regimented stuff I do during the week. After all, everybody "goes off the deep end" sometimes, and "needs a second chance". (Loverboy = lyrical geniuses?)
Monday through Friday, I'm getting up at the same time. I'm taking my pills at 6:12 each morning, pre-bolusing while I blowdry my hair, and eating breakfast - always an egg, Canadian bacon or turkey sausage with egg whites and organic provolone on a bagel thin, made by my awesome husband - on my way out the door.
I'm in one location for most of the day. Jim hangs out on my keyboard tray, and my testing stuff is sitting there, ready for me when I need it. I bring an easily-carb-counted lunch from home, and I go walking for 15 minutes twice a day, always at the same time.
On Saturdays and Sundays? HA! I dare you to find any kind of pattern.
Sometimes, too, I ignore Jim. Yesterday I helped throw a bridal shower for a good friend of mine, and my Dexcom receiver sat in my purse, in her laundry room, for three hours. I honestly didn't have the time or energy to feel badly about it either.
For me, it's helpful to have some time here and there where I do just the bare minimum. I test a few times throughout the day, take insulin, but try not to worry about much past that. I wish I could say that I'm okay with being super attentive to diabetes every single day, but the truth is that I'm not. It's mentally exhausting.
Some days you just want to pretend to be "normal" and not worry about dealing with all of this crap.