Enjoying Superbowl Parties When You Have Diabetes
I don't give a crap about the Superbowl, which makes me some sort of villain in the eyes of many of my friends and family members.
"You … you don't like football? You don't even care who is playing? But how can you SURVIVE without having an affinity for the pigskin?"
(Note: Not a single member of my family calls a football "the pigskin," but it worked better for the angle of this post. And it made me laugh. /note)
What I do like about Superbowl Sunday is that everyone gets together and hangs out at someone's house, talking and laughing and eating and having a good time. Any reason is a good one to get friends together, and when there's bean dip and kettle corn thrown in to the mix … well, I can't find a single problem with that at all.
The Superbowl seems to be known as much for its parties as it is for the stupid football game. People go ALL OUT for the day, draining the resources at their local supermarkets in efforts to stuff the faces of everyone that comes over to watch the game. (Again - not complaining. Seven months pregnant and a fan of bean dip, you won't catch me complaining in the slightest this year.)
But one thing for me that's different this Superbowl Sunday is that I'm watching what I eat even more than usual. Last year, I had the tortilla chips and the guacamole dip, and a few beers, and some wings. It was an exercise in food grazing, but armed with a full insulin pump reservoir and a new bottle of test strips, I felt prepared to indulge a bit. This year, however, is a little different. Now I’m “with child” and trying with all my might to avoid those post-grazing highs of 180 and 200 mg/dl, so my food choices are a little different. No beer. No tortilla chips. No kettle corn popcorn (even though I covet their salty sweetness). No desserts (oh how I’d love a Superbowl “sundae”).
But big rewards. Because if I can stick with choices like fresh vegetables (with a little side of ranch dressing … dipping broccoli spears into that would be tasty), decaf peach iced tea (which my Superbowl host happens to brew, sans sugar, every year), and this awesome avocado salad with plum tomatoes and balsamic vinegar dressing … I just may get through the day without draining my pump or exposing my daughter to high blood sugars.
It’s just one party, and just one time that I have to stick to my guns and really do my best to avoid foods that can make me spike. With insulin resistance at an all-time high (thank you, anti-insulin hormones from the placenta), I need to do everything I can do manage these blood sugar numbers today.
Understanding the football game? What all those flags are? (Are they trying to conquer one another?) Or why it matters if someone kneels down on the ball? (Maybe they are tired and needed a breather?) Or what exactly a “first down” is and are they jackets and comforters involved?
... I may have a chance at understanding diabetes, but I’ll never, ever understand football.