Sunday I was a real jerk. For hours. To People I Love. Why you ask? 

First, some background. I have weird bloodsugar issues. I need to eat fairly regularly, or my energy (and along with it, my ability to be civil) takes a nosedive that would make Chuck Yeager chuck.

 Unlike seven years ago, now it is rarely a problem in my daily activities. My wife recognized and taught me to recognize the warning signs even before we were married. One of us almost always ensures that I eat before I turn into Mr. Hyde.

 ALMOST ALWAYS.

One of the things that stresses me out around the holiday season is that my schedule gets out of whack. There’s lot’s to get done, places to go, people to see, and just more hub-bub. That’s not the part I don’t like. What bothers me is that these things often interupt my comfortable daily schedule. And my daily schedule is what helps me eat often enough that I don’t have a bloodsugar crisis.

Don’t misunderstand now, I don’t have a daily planner with everything scheduled to the minute and checked off upon completion. I’m way too lazy to manage such exactitude. But I do follow a fairly regular series of activities, modified only slightly between workdays and weekends. The really important ones include:

• Morning Coke - before or after shower, but always before ANY social graces boot up.
• Mid-Morning Snack - at work or at home, and usually washed down with a Coke.
• Lunch - Almost always around 11am. After 12:30, and things head downhill quick.
• Dinner - Not as time sensitive as Lunch, but missing it can cause evening crankies.

There’s hygiene, productivity, social activities, and other activities that happen in there too, but those are the ones that matter.  Remember how I said it is rarely a problem anymore. Yea, rarely usually means ‘more often than I like to admit’.

Sunday morning I was busy working on internet Christmas shopping (CafePress graphic design stuff, mostly) and suddenly it was 11:30. No morning Coke, no snack, AND no lunch.

As soon as I realized I was being a total jerk, I informed the family I was going out to get food and get nice again. I’d always rather make strangers at Arby’s and Wal-Mart deal with my bad attitude than make my loving family deal with it.

…and so I came home fed, happy, and armed with a load of fabric for Christmas Stockings. More on that later…

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