The class went fine, but after taking allergy meds AND Midol, my blood sugar started yo-yoing.... badly. I had my juice, then it (blood sugar) dropped and I started stuttering, shaking, and the jitters generally set in while I gulped some more juice. Hot, sweating anxiety set in. After about an hour, I felt normal again for a good fifteen minutes before my blood sugar plummeted again, so I had some almonds.
Normal for 15, then a drop that lasted over an hour. This happened over and over, all day long. Juice, almonds, brief normal feeling, then drop. The world took on a decidedly surreal tinge after the second dip. I did some pre-emptive explaining to my classes about why I might seem to be acting weird and having a hard time finishing a sentence without stuttering. I was embarrassed. Actually, I'm still embarrassed.
By 5 pm, I decided I was going to have to eat solid food to get things normalized. So I met my sister at Cracker Barrel, where I ate and bought myself a blouse. Turns out that I could have bought a smaller size, easily. I'm still losing... Pounds, inches, I don't really know. I haven't been keeping track; I've just kept juicing and eating occasionally.
I can tell you that the undies which I'd outgrown have been pulled back to the front of the drawer to be worn once again. And those formerly-too-small panties were sagging with intact elastic, down into my pants today, too big for me. I only share this because it was weird to feel them creeping down on me.
Furthermore, I'm wearing pants two sizes smaller, and if I didn't mind form-fitting clothes, I'm probably down three or four pants sizes total. So, I'm happy about that, of course. I just get claustrophobic in tight clothes. (Turtlenecks made me panic as a child, when I couldn't get them off my head. Okay, I'm still freaked out by the specter of being strangled by a tight neckline.). Down a shirt size as well. Maybe even my bra size. I'm thrilled about that. I've already moved down a size in my running bra.
Tonight I visited my sister and her son came in with fireball whisky and black spiced rum, and asked us to try some. It wasn't bad, though I've realized that I don't really enjoy spiced rum, or spiced rum and Coke.
Now I've taken some Benadryl, and it's doing nothing for my stuffy allergic sinuses and nose. :( Maybe it will at least let me sleep. Well anyway, if I don't wake up tomorrow and someone finds me dead in my bed, you'll know that it was the three shots plus Benadryl that killed me. Unfortunately, the pseudo ephedrine in Aleve D Cold & Sinus that clears me up in the daytime also turns me into an insomniac, so I avoid taking it at night. Besides, it's becoming rather difficulty to buy without being interrogated like a criminal at the pharmacy counter.