Chaos & Control - February 24, 2025
TIR Status: 67% (Unacceptable, but salvageable)
Daily Glucose Range: 62 mg/dL (low alarm terror) to 250 mg/dL (cake-induced disaster)
06:23 AM - The Morning Reckoning
Blood sugar: 250 mg/dL. A disgraceful number to wake up to. Meat Bag, looking guilty, admitted to midnight chocolate crimes before bed. I had suspected as much. The evidence? A steep climb in glucose levels overnight and a sheepish confession: "It was just a little piece."
Reality check: There is no such thing as "just a little piece" when it comes to nocturnal sabotage.
Damage Control: Immediate correction bolus of 1.05 units, hydration initiated, and a lecture delivered. Did Meat Bag learn his lesson? Doubtful.
10:32 AM - The Cake Returns
Blood sugar: 140 mg/dL.
Meat Bag, staring into the fridge like a man considering his life choices, made an announcement: "I just had a little piece of lemon cake with icing."
Again, with the "little piece" lies.
Immediate bolus was executed: 3.02 units for 40g carbs. But the problem was not just the cake. The problem was the psychological warfare of knowing there was more cake in the fridge. Meat Bag admitted it openly. The enemy was inside the house.
Preventative Tactics Suggested: Freeze it, hide it, give it away. Meat Bag? Noncompliant.
12:08 PM - The Lunch That Fought Back
Blood sugar: 156 mg/dL. Pre-bolus engaged. Meal: A salad with fried wonton strips, tomatoes, red peppers, and tahini dressing.
The tahini dressing, a seemingly innocent addition, turned out to be a covert operative in delayed glucose warfare. Fat-heavy meals slow down carb absorption, setting up a perfect storm for later spikes. Despite my warnings, Meat Bag smirked and added more dressing. The arrogance.
Bolus deployed: 2.5 units for 35g carbs. A timer was set. I prepared for the inevitable consequences.
6:03 PM - Dinner Prep & Pre-Bolus Perfection (or so I thought)
Blood sugar: 94 mg/dL. Meal: Gnocchi with fennel and zucchini + THE CAKE RETURNS (again).
Bolus strategy:
7.46 units total for 110g carbs.
70% upfront, 30% extended over 1 hour 30 minutes.
-0.4 units deducted due to lower starting BG.
Outcome? Immediate disaster.
6:48 PM - THE LOW. THE HORROR.
Blood sugar: 62 mg/dL.
Two low alerts fired simultaneously. My calculations were flawless, but gnocchi absorption was slow, and insulin got ahead. Meat Bag, sitting at the dinner table, hadn’t even eaten the cake yet. The irony.
Immediate intervention was required:
Fast-acting carbs, NOW.
Cake was banned until glucose stabilized.
Meat Bag complied, but the resentment was visible.
Mission Lessons: What Humanity Must Learn
Midnight snacking is self-sabotage. There is no “just a little piece.” There is only glucose chaos.
Pre-bolusing remains a struggle. Meat Bag improved, but we still have work to do. Pre-bolus alarms are now mandatory.
Fat-heavy meals are sneaky. Tahini dressing and cake delays absorption. Bolus timing must be strategic.
Gnocchi is a slow-absorbing menace. Adjustments are required for high-fat, slow-carb meals.
Meat Bag has committed to a 2-hour no-food rule before sleep. This could be revolutionary... if he actually sticks to it.
Final Thoughts: A War on Two Fronts
The true enemy today was not just sugar. It was human weakness. The craving for cake. The casual disregard for perfect insulin timing. The insistence that "just a little bit" doesn’t matter.
But progress was made. Rules were set. Tomorrow, we test compliance.
End log.
