
So.
It turns out my body has opinions about carbohydrates.
Strong ones.
Not โyou canโt have carbsโ opinions.
More like, โOh, you wanted toast? Thatโs cute. Iโm going to overreact for sport.โ

Some people eat a cinnamon roll and go about their day.
I eat one hash brown and my internal operating system goes:
ALERT. ALERT. INITIATE DRAMATIC ENERGY CRASH.
And honestly? Rude.
What Even Is Pre-Diabetes?
From what I can tell, it means:
My blood sugar doesnโt go fully off the railsโฆ
It just gets a little theatrical.
Like:
- โWeโre fine.โ
- โWeโre fine.โ
- โWhy am I suddenly exhausted and questioning my life choices?โ
Itโs not diabetes.
Itโs not chaos.
Itโs just my body saying, โMaybe donโt raw-dog 40 grams of carbs alone.โ
Which feels excessive.
The Betrayal of โHealthyโ Carbs
Multigrain toast? Suspicious.
Hash browns? Questionable.
Cereal? Criminal.
I used to believe that if it said โwhole grainโ it meant โemotionally safe.โ
Turns out it means, โLess bad. Still a carb.โ
I would like to file a complaint.
The Energy Crash That Feels Personal
Hereโs how it goes:

- Eat something reasonable.
- Feel fine.
- Suddenly become a Victorian woman who must lie down immediately.
No warning.
No dramatic sugar coma.
Just a sudden power-down like I forgot to plug myself in.
And because I have other health quirks, itโs a fun game of:
- Is this blood sugar?
- Is this iron deficiency?
- Is this fibro?
- Is this stress?
- Is this just existing?
The answer is always: โYes.โ
The Annoying Part
The solution isnโt extreme.
Itโs not keto.
Itโs not fasting.
Itโs not eliminating joy.
Itโs justโฆ mild responsibility.
And frankly, I was hoping to avoid that.
The โFine. Whatever.โ Modifications
After much dramatic internal negotiation, hereโs what Iโve accepted:
1. Protein is the chaperone.

Carbs apparently need supervision.
Eggs. Chicken. Sausage. Greek yogurt.
If carbs show up alone, things get weird.
So now carbs need an adult present.
2. Walking Is Unfairly Effective.
Ten minutes of walking after a carb-heavy meal?
It works.
I hate that it works.
But it works.
Apparently muscles use glucose when you move them.
Who authorized this design.
3. Smaller Portions Hurt No One.

Two corn tortillas?
Fine.
Four?
Now weโre doing interpretive metabolic dance.
Moderation is boring.
But also effective.
Again: rude.
4. Donโt Drink Your Carbs.
This one was the betrayal.
Juice? No.
Regular soda? Absolutely not.
Even โhealthyโ smoothies? Suspicious.
Liquid sugar is basically a speed run to regret.
5. Stop Panicking Over One Number.
One spike is not destiny.
One crash is not failure.
One weird afternoon is not a diagnosis.
Bodies fluctuate.
Especially bodies juggling stress, hormones, iron deficiency, sleep, and the emotional weight of being human.
The Bigger Realization
Glucose sensitivity isnโt a moral failing.
Itโs not laziness.
Itโs not punishment.
Itโs not my body โgoing to hell.โ
Itโs just feedback.

Annoying feedback.
But useful.
My body isnโt broken.
Itโs just asking for steadier fuel.
Which is deeply inconvenient for someone who would happily live on bread.
The Part Where I Pretend to Be Mature
So hereโs the deal Iโve made:
- I will not eliminate carbs.
- I will not spiral over every number.
- I will pair carbs with protein.
- I will walk when I can.
- I will fix the iron deficiency thatโs probably amplifying everything.
And I will absolutely still eat tacos.
Justโฆ responsibly.
Which feels unnecessary.
But here we are.
Final Thought
If youโre noticing your energy tanking after certain meals, youโre not dramatic.
You might just be glucose-sensitive for whatever reason.
And that doesnโt mean your life is over.

It just means your toast needs supervision.
Which is annoying.
But manageable. Til next time gang, take care of yourselves, and each other!


























