Ah, eating has become a new adventure. I've fallen down a hole in the ground and now I'm in a strange new land. I know, Amarinda, I should feel right at home. I suspect I will soon enough. Two weeks ago when I first received my glucometer, the house hunk and I went out and bought a bunch of sugar-free/low sugar food. It seemed to us that was an appropriate measure.
So much to my dismay--after eating sugar free ice cream the last two weeks--and yes, we were measuring (portion control, etc., etc., etc...) I discovered that there are actually the same number of carbohydrates in the sugar free as there is in the regular ice cream. Guess what I'm supposed to count? Yep, you guessed it.
In fact, the sugar free stuff often has a different type of glucose used as a sugar substitute that is worse for diabetics than regular plain old garden variety sugar. Ack! Low sugar yogurt? Bad. Sugar free candy? Bad. As with all things a little bit is okay, but pigging out on it because it's sugar free? Not so good. Ah, I am so sad. There are several other things that fall in the same category. I thought I was helping and couldn't figure out why my sugar numbers shot through the roof.
But probably my worst--number one worst--sugar shooter is corn. Corn of course is classified as a bread, but for me it's worse than rice or pizza or plain old sugar. Not sure what happened, but yeah, corn is a big no-no. Good thing I don't particularly like corn, right?
Anyway, I've spent a lot of time the last couple days thinking about food. I thought I would never say this, but I don't even want to look at the stuff. The house hunk comes in the door at night and asks what's for dinner? My answer--I don't know and I don't care. There is nothing that will put you off something faster than being stuck having to deal with it all the time.
I've finally fallen to that lowest ebb. Not even chocolate sounds appealing. I know, I know. But I feel just like my friend, the hamster, up there. "It has how many carbohydrates?"