Usually when I travel I feel fuzzy and somewhat gross due to lack of exercise, lack of sleep, and generally not eating well.
I wrote about traveling with diabetes last fall, and here I am doing it again. What’s fun about this trip, though, is that I am finally able to anticipate what I’ll need and how things will work (and this is at 38 years with type 1, folks). I bought the same salad at the airport yesterday and ate it on the plane (this time I remembered a fork!) and it was awesome again!
Last night I had dinner in a fancy restaurant and I realized that I did not have to go crazy. In fact, by not overeating I felt good afterward. This morning I discovered that despite there not being a fitness room listed in the hotel directory, there was one in another building. And I used it!
My point in all this is that I am capable of traveling and managing diabetes and feeling good. And it feels good! (But I’m glad no one saw me using the rowing machine, cuz it wasn’t pretty.)