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Last Sunday night I had a diabetes episode that left me feeling cranky and exhausted on Monday morning. It was a completely self-induced event, which just heaps guilt onto an already icky experience. Here's what happened:
The kids were asleep and I was settling into the couch to watch some TV with my husband. My blood sugar was 127 mg/dl after a dinner of salmon and roasted sweet potatoes (yum!). I decided to have some banana chips dipped into natural peanut butter as a snack. I didn't intend on eating many, so I bolused just one unit of insulin.
My first mistake was bringing the entire bag of banana chips to the couch instead of just taking a serving. One handful of banana chips turned into two, then three. In the back of my mind I heard this nagging voice whispering, "You should bolus, this is far more than 20 grams of carbohydrates..." But, I ignored it.
A couple handfuls later, I encouraged my husband to take some ...
I am such a food snob. A fake food snob, really. It's a shame, because I shouldn't be one. I have no right. I can't cook, I don't have a refined palette, and for the most part, I can't even pronounce the foods on the "fancy" restaurant menus. But somehow, despite these classless tendencies, I'm still known to turn my nose up at things like Fruit Roll-Ups and juice boxes, because I'm always trying to avoid excess sugar, HFCS, and foods that aren't organic. My husband and I purchase as many organic foods as possible, and I kept close tabs on the origins of my meals, especially during the course of my pregnancy . Ah, the blissful moments when I actually had TIME to read all the food labels and to putter around at Farmer's Markets for the best local produce. These days, time isn't exactly on my side. I have two factors in play at the moment: watching my daughter and my inability to lift her car seat due to post c-section recovery restrictions.
Our local organic grocery store has a pastry chef who has won all kinds of awards for her tasty treats. I am partial to her cookies. They're big. They're cakey. And they're organic, made with all-natural ingredients. I give her awards every time I eat one! One winter a few years ago, I got hooked on these cookies despite their carbiness. They became my drug of choice on winter nights when I was fighting the winter blues. But during one of my regular acupuncture appointments, my acupuncturist felt my pulses and expressed concern over what she was noticing. I broke down. I told her about my cookie fetish. She remarked that the excess sugar was apparently doing some wonky stuff to my spleen, as well as a few other unhealthy things.
[Note: You don't have to believe in acupuncture to get the point of the story. Nor do you have to have a cookie fetish in order to relate. I know I also don't need to mention how excess carbs drive up your need for insulin--a lot of insulin, especially lat...
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