Showing posts with label off plan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label off plan. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Diabetes is my Leprechaun

Dealing with Leprechauns is deceptively simple, in all the stories: you stare at them and they can't get away, and you end up getting their pot of gold.

For me, keeping good diabetes habits is the same way. I focus on them, integrate them into my life, keeping my eye on the diabetes pot of gold - a future without complications.

Then it seems like I blink and it's all scurrying away. My habits turn into mirror images - snacking on carbs instead of avoiding them, and I wonder if those gold coins are slipping through my fingers.

This is less a frustration rant, and more an acceptance that it's time to reel myself in again, and reach for a plate of cheese instead of a granola bar. Maybe I should cut my cheddar into little circles to remind me why it's so important...

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Off Plan Day

Today was fairly momentous. My husband is now officially a Permanent Resident of Canada. We've been married since August of '06 and filed for his residency in April '07. So it's been a long road to get today. Now he can work, get health insurance, and we don't have to renew his visa every six months. I think it's still sinking in.

I was going to not blog about it initially, because talking about today would mean talking about what I ate today. I have no idea how many carbs I've had today, but it's been more than I "should". I don't like admitting when I've blown my diet completely out of the water.

But I'm going to. Consider the rest of this post my 'carb confessional'. I'm not perfect. Today I was far from it. But I'm trying hard to not say I 'cheated'. Instead, today is just a little bit 'off plan', as Jenny of Blood Sugar 101 says. I'm going to enjoy this day, with as little guilt as possible.

On with the confession: feel free to skip these carb ramblings.

I had not one but two Chinese custard buns for lunch. White bread, sugar, custard and some mysterious crumbled topping. And I had TWO, double my usual dosage.

I did skip out on snacks the rest of the afternoon - I think. It kind of went by in a blur, with the sleepless night catching up with me. But I stuck with green tea. I was 7.6 (137) two or so hours after the second bun.

Then we went out to celebrate. I had every intention of having the baked potato and apple crisp for dessert. We went to Montana's, who have really excellent huge baked potatoes. I found out for the first time that they'll put cheese on your baked potato! Yum, yum yum. I surprised myself here - I had only a quarter of the baked potato - usually I scarf down half of one. I had wine instead of a fruity drink. I only stole a few bites of my husband's corn bread. And I skipped dessert - at the restaurant.

I thought that'd be the end of it, but we ended up going out for an emergency monitor replacement. In our house, a broken monitor is a crisis to match a broken car - or perhaps worse! So out we went. I bought some dark mint chocolate to try later, stocked up on my secret indulgence of sweettarts candies. If I have them in the house, it's (usually) easier to not go overboard on them.

Then we went to Tim Hortons, and I had a cheese croissant. Another favorite food that I don't eat often. It vanished very quickly. I had tested before we left at least, so I knew I was around 5.6 (101).

Finally, at my husbands urging I had a small scoop of carmilk ice cream. Very very tasty.

I suppose all in all, that's not that bad. I could have done far worse. I did pull back a little bit. And I feel pretty good. I can live with not being perfect - and there's always tomorrow to get back 'on plan'.