I’m back home this week after some much needed time out in Melbourne, and unfortunately back to the grind tomorrow. I didn’t really believe that Melbourne was capable of producing so many nice days (sans an icky 44 degrees at the Australian Open on Thursday), but it was nice to spend so much time outdoors.
As I was on the plane home over the weekend, I came to this realisation that I hadn’t once given a thought to work throughout the week. Nor e-mails. Nor meals. Nor agendas or general life admin.
It was a stark contrast to the (very limited) time that I had off over Christmas. I spent my time clearing out my filing cabinet. Catching up on the magazines and newsletters that I hadn’t gotten around to over the year. Clearing some virtual space on my Macbook. Vacuuming the dust from the floor and wiping away the coffee and bloodstains from my desk.
I was still thinking about the daily grind. The time was over before I knew it.
Going away is truly amazing in its ability to pull me away from my environment and take my mind away from the grind. No morning alarms. No work. Nothing to think about except for what I wanted to do today. By the time it was over, I felt as though I had been gone for ages.
The only thing that I did have to bring with me, unfortunately, was diabetes.
Holidays are always a bit of a fine balance. There are lots of extra carbs (read: plenty of coffees and trips to Brunetti). But there’s also a lot of extra walking, which has the potential to send me low.
Overall, I was pretty happy with my BGs while I was away. I was more generous than usual with my insulin guesstimates, thinking about the greater likelihood of going high after the carbs rather than low. There were a couple of lows, but all of the walking around mostly helped to keep things level. There were a few stubborn blips, particularly in the evenings, but overall I didn’t spend my nights battling sustained highs.
Now, reality has sunk back in. But I feel somewhat refreshed. And ready to tackle what this year has in store for me.