Today I had my doctor appointment that I have every 3 months to discuss my diabetes. My A1C is 7.2 for the second time in a row. This is great, but I felt somewhat disappointed. I was expecting it to be less than that, maybe even under 7. I feel that my blood sugars have been the best they have been. Of course there’s some ups and downs in the numbers, but the amount of 200 and above blood sugars have decreased dramatically.
After I heard my A1C I began thinking. What could I have done differently? Why hasn’t it gone down? I thought I had been doing so well.
The A1C test measures the amount of hemoglobin on the red blood cells. The life span of red blood cells is about 4 months, so depending on how long my red blood cells have lived, some of the cells from when my blood sugar was higher may be lingering around, thus affecting my A1C.
But there’s really nothing I could have done differently. I’m doing a great job (even my doctor said how well I’m doing and we didn’t make any changes). It’s just me being me. Being a perfectionist who has to know all the answers and have everything in control. But diabetes will never be perfect. It will never be in perfect control. If I try to make it all perfect, I will burn out and make myself crazy.
What diabetes comes down to is numbers. Constantly judging numbers. The A1C and blood sugars are just numbers. As long as I’m doing the best I can, I shouldn’t let the numbers bring me down. An A1C of 7.2 is great, and I am proud that I have remained consistent.