I seem to only be able to concentrate on one item at a time these days, multi tasking just doesn't seem to work so well. So the last few weeks, I've concentrating on my eating habits, making changes as necessary, and worrying about what my glucometer is telling me. Mostly it's been good news, but not easy. I was raised in a family that made you sit at the table until your plate was clean -- no wasting food in our house. It's only recently that I've been able to leave food on my plate when I'm full. Since Vic makes you feel full sooner, I find that I've had to adjust the portion size of my food. Food still smells really good, but I'm finding that it doesn't taste as good as it used to and the texture of some foods makes me feel nauseous. I'm eating more vegetables and fruits and craving carbs and sweets less. Potatoes have always been one of my favorite foods, but now, I can take or leave them. And I'm not eating between meals, except for an occasional piece of low fat cheese or a small box of raisins.
One of my very favorite foods is brownies - and if they are the iced ones from the bakery, all the better. Last night Mary and family came for dinner, and Mary brought a pan of brownies, not iced, but with chocolate sandwiched in between the two brownie layers. MMMM so Good. I had a small piece before dinner, and then made the mistake of having another after dinner. And suddenly I didn't feel so good. A snack before bed wasn't necessary. I thought my numbers this morning would be out of sight, but was surprised to see a 109 on my meter - higher than usual, but still OK. And I'm so proud to admit that I asked Mary to take the brownies that were left home with her to eliminate temptation.
So, I think I finally have a grip on this diabetes thing. And, I promise this will be my last post about Vic (unless there is something earth shattering to report). It's time to go back to sewing and quilting. This coming weekend is supposed to be really hot, so I'll be spending most of my time in the house with the air conditioning. And, hopefully a sewing machine.
And finally, a report on Bubba -- he's doing great. Last night he was back to being his old self. His speech is returning to normal. Have a good rest of the week.