In school I had 3 subjects that I hated with every little bit of passion in me. The first was Physical Education. I hated it. I used to fake sick at least twice a week just to keep from having to run or play volleyball or do whatever else was on the agenda for the day. I am not an athletic person. I am not even a very active person. I don't know why, but it is something that I am having to work daily to correct. It's a goal I struggle with all the time.
Another subject I hated was science. I just wasn't good at it, therefore, I didn't like it.
The last subject that I really hated was math. This was also something I was never really good at. Numbers and I just don't get along.
Yet in some weird way, numbers control my life.
-Grams of carbs
-Insulin to carb ratios
-Grams of fat
-Grams of fiber
Even my picture for today's post represents a number. The juice box that sits next to my bed in case of a nighttime low: 13 grams of carbs.
Numbers rule my world, yet they are something that I hate to think about. Something I hate to do. Ironic, isn't it?