This weekend my friend Mark and I drove about 120 miles from our homes in Boulder to Leadville in Central Colorado. Mark is a member of the diabetes support group that meets monthly at my apartment, and we are both avid hikers and nature photographers.
On Friday as we set off on the Turquoise Lake trail near Leadville, Mark checked his blood glucose. It was about 75 mg/dl so he ate a chocolate bar that he had in his pack.
“I figure that as long as I have to eat something to raise my level, I may as well eat something that tastes good,” he commented.
Maybe my body language showed my disagreement. So he asked me why I didn’t like his solution. [Read more →]
