Lunch is served.
Don’t judge me – it was worth every microliter of insulin it took to balance one of those bad boys out.
And for what it’s worth, I think I did okay managing everything.
I’ve come to the conclusion that city-life is the ultimate basal insulin.
(Happy Birthday Dad!)
2 thoughts on “Who Wants Lunch?”
Is that a pedometer?
I envy you. – but only to a degree A doughnut would literally have sent me to the emergency room.
I love donut days that work out 🙂