Friday, May 17, 2013
It was a perfect storm that caused a perfect storm of tears after working out: lack of sleep, a painful flare and unbeknownst to me, low blood sugar. Last night was one of my favorite Zumba instructor's last nights. I like her. I was her assistant so I knew her probably more than some of the others in the class. But while I'm sad she's moving on, it isn't something that would leave me bereft. But the hypoglycemic episode I was having left me in tears. Every time I thought I had myself under control, I would dissolve into tears again. It was embarrassing because it looked like my emotions were over-the-top for the situation. Everyone else was laughing and wishing her well and taking pictures with her. I wanted to do the same but couldn't because of the tears. And I couldn't leave because I had to wait for my daughter. And I really did want to stop to thank the instructor and wish her well. In the end, I ended up not actually saying goodbye to her because I couldn't get my stupid tears under control - that and my daughter showed up. I'm quite a bit embarrassed about going back to Zumba again tonight. Not everyone saw me crying but many people did.
In retrospect, I should have gone upstairs to the vending machine and gotten something to eat. But I didn't know that my sugar was low and couldn't figure out what was going on. Once I got home and got some protein in me, things were just fine.
Edited to add:
I pieced together more of what happened last night with the help of my friends. I really must have been low. I actually don't know how low because I had food before I tested and the low I had then wasn't the original low. Anyway, all my friends have promised to make me eat if I start crying or acting other than my usual! :I'm relieved at how accepting my friends are. If there are any people out there who think I'm a crackpot because of what happened, they are people I don't know - so it's ok.