When I first became diabetic, over two years ago now, I was freaked out and scared death, so I was fairly careful. After starting out on 4 pills a day, I quickly got down to 3, and then 2 pills a day. I was doing very well on those, with lots of morning readings in the 80s and 90s. My a1c had been in the 5s for several months, getting down as low as 5.5.
I began to wonder if I could reduce the pills further, maybe even eliminating them altogether. At the end of March, I accordingly went down to one pill a day, and continued to have good numbers in the mornings, mostly 90s, with some 80s and 100s. I thought things were going great and was very excited about the whole thing. The catch was, at the next check-up, after a couple of months of one pill, my a1c had jumped to 6.4. Eep!
Although I went back on 2 pills a day instanter, I still have not gotten back where I was earlier in the year. The next time, it was 6.1, and the most recent is 6.2. Thanksgiving and Christmas will do that, I guess. It's not just that, however.
I think it's more that I'm not as scared as I was. Having figured out I'll live, the first panic is over, and, as the third year of being diabetic starts, I've become more complacent. That extra treat won't kill me. It's starting to get scary again. After weighing the same for well over a year, at my first FKO, I put on 3 pounds I haven't been able to shake. [I blame Canada.] Even with doing at least one extra walk a week all year, I've added a few on top of that. Not so bad, if it goes away, but ominous if it stays & brings friends, as such things are all too prone to do. Of course, we had several out-of-town trips this year. There won't be nearly as many next year, so it'll hopefully be easier to lose at-con weightgain, if there's more time between cons.