For a few years now I’ve made new year’s resolutions and they are evolving into word concepts. This year, my word is “gratitude”. It felt fitting after a year of change, fraught with darkness, fear, and anxiety.
After keeping this blog for 3.5 years, I am amazed that “180” still surprises me. It only now occurred to me how strongly “180” hits me on a daily basis. On my continuous glucose monitor, 180 is the number when my devices start ringing their bells, alerting me that my sugar is going high.
One eighty is the ceiling of my target zone. It is a number that now sets me on edge and sends my mind into correction dosing: mapping out what I ate, what I should have done, what I forgot to take into account, what I will want to consider next time. It is a symbol of an imbalance that tips my bladder and my quest for water, stunts my insulin sensitivity, and sends on a sludge of blurry thought processes. And yet…180 is not 20. It is not death. It is still livable, workable, changeable. It’s a stretch, but there is space for gratitude here.
In honor of this gratitude, I’ve made a list of 180 people (And animals) I am grateful for. Thank you for being. Continue reading “180: To be Grateful”