Good Morning Breakfast Lovers!

Good morning breakfast lovers and how-ya-do-ya
We'll wake up to sunshine and how-ya-do-ya
Good!
Morning!
Breakfast!

There's that camp life sneaking in again. That ditty served as a pre-breakfast, rouse those sleepy campers, not quite grace cheer at Barton and it's been running through my head these past few mornings.

Why? Because I have been up and at 'em bright and early for the past 5 days or so.

Why? Because I am not waking up high.

Why? Because I freakin' LOVE my new pump.

The difference is dramatic. Despite the fact that it's Girl Scout Cookie season, I have had only a handful of +200 blood sugars since last Thursday. My meter average has dropped to 139 (oh, by the way, remember how I'm "not into numbers"? Yeah, maybe I'm just not that into crappy numbers.)

I'm even to the point where I'm no longer afraid of breakfast. I was so fed up with waking up high and needing so much insulin to cover so little food, I was barely eating more than a piece of toast, and often waiting until after 10:30 to do that. Now, I'm actually eating! I'm still tinkering with morning carb-to-insulin ratios (that purple pump didn't obliterate my dawn phenomenon) but it's so nice to not be cowering in fear of a post prandial 300.

I'm beginning to think it wasn't my diabetes that was wreaking havoc - it was my lousy math skills. Or maybe my old pump was failing more than I realized. Or maybe this is just basking in the glow of a new gadget (I do feel way more motivated to actually look up carb values, knowing that the pump will make that effort worthwhile). Who knows.

I'm just happy to be a morning person again!