Blah, blah, blah, here she goes again, pissing and moaning about logging.

Back when the year was shiny and new, as opposed to snow-covered and grubby (and enough with the snow already, ok? I'm SICK of it. Sick.) I resolved to be more diligent about logging Olivia's blood sugars. And for a few weeks I was. And then I forgot for a couple of days. And then it was Thursday and I thought, well, I'll just start over on Monday. And I forgot again.

I've logged in fits and starts over the last 2 months, but mostly, I haven't logged at all. And now she has an endo appointment tomorrow and I'm not going to have that much information to give her and I'm pissed at myself.

I just don't know how to make myself log. I forget. And if I'm forgetting to log, how am I supposed to teach Olivia? I'm not setting a good example at all and they always tell you (who are they anyway?) that you should lead by example when it comes to your kids.
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Not long after I wrote about how I had started logging again early last month, my efforts were dashed. Frankly, I don't know why I have trouble keeping up with it.

I've tried using pretty pens, funky pens, different colored pens. I've tried taking different approaches to logging: uber detailed all the way to scarce information--just enough to have a vague idea of what I ate and what my post prandials were. (READ MORE)

I started logging again on Sunday. Sunday's logs weren't all filled out, but I was diligent about it yesterday. For the first time in a very, very long time, I had an entire day of blood sugars and food on paper.

It felt good enough that I continued this morning (insert uncontrollable sarcastic laughing here). OK so it's not that bad. I am a bit nervous, though, about how long it will last. The logging, I mean; not the laughter. (READ MORE)

So, hi. I haven't been around for a bit. No excuses, really, other than life getting in the way.

Well, life and a bit of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. You see, I've fallen off the logging wagon.

I know why. We had to move and I packed up the computer that had the log sheet program on it. For a couple of weeks, while all of our stuff was in boxes, I just didn't log. And I rarely looked at Olivia's pump or meter, either. I'd ask her every day how she was doing, but other than that, nothing.

When I would go over her numbers, I could find no pattern to her highs and lows. Nothing was jumping out at me and it was frustrating and unfortunately, I stuck my head in the sand over it.
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So there's been a lot of talk around Blogbetes lately about logging. Why we do it, how we do it, what tools we use to do it. I have a confession to make: I haven't logged in a very long time. Frankly, I'm afraid to. (READ MORE)

I was having an email conversation with a friend of mine in Ireland. She was diagnosed with MS about a year ago and has been posting on an MS message board - she calls it the Sicko board. She said there is a woman on there that logs every twinge, every ache, every pain, so that she can discuss them with her doctor. My friend asked if I did this for Olivia.
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