Flunking Eating Out

If there was a grade for eating out, I’d flunk. My SWAG skills are truly lacking since embarking on this road trip. But, I’ve decided I’m not going to worry about it, too much…

We don’t eat out very often at home for several reasons. One, my husband has turned into a great cook. Two, eating out in the summer means we line up with all of the tourists (not fun). Three, eating out in the winter means we watch the weather closely so we can be sure to get home if the weather is bad (we live on a slippery hill). And finally, we’re cheap…

Tonight I decided to do a better job. Well, sort of… I left my carb book at home and I don’t have a smart phone to look up counts. We were at Houlihans (which we don’t have up in our boonies). I had the chop salad (I removed every single crouton!) and a cup of baked potato soup. I should have asked for nutrition info, but I didn’t. Looked them up when we got back to the hotel and turns out I did okay on the carb numbers but – I’m high anyway.

It’s on its way down. I know I’ll live. But it’s annoying.

But – we’re visiting people we haven’t seen in a long time. We’re going to a newly opened restaurant (owned by a friend’s son) later this week (in Suffolk, Virginia). And you know; I’ll count, I’ll test, I’ll Ping. But, for this week, I’m going to put diabetes in the back seat and try to ignore it, safely…

And next week, back to my normal, carb conscious self.

Oh, nicest surprise this morning? We’re at a Hampton Inn and – there was sugar free strawberry jelly at the breakfast bar, which I slathered on a yummy biscuit.

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Keeping up with…

Keeping up with health appointments is exhausting. You know that, but I still want to whine. And today’s appointments had absolutely nothing to do with diabetes!

This morning was a cleaning appointment at the dentist’s. The tech who I allow to reach into my mouth is a nice lady and she’s been warned that as a child, I bit a dentist one day. She’s calm, she’s gentle and so I show up for regular cleaning appointments. BUT, this morning she did the ultra sonic cleaning thing on the teeth where I had the surgery in June. That wasn’t a good idea. Needless to say, those got cleaned the old-fashioned way as she said, “Oh, I guess it’s still sensitive there?” And no, I didn’t bite her – nor did I curse. I did jump at least a foot off the chair…

*Wonderful husband story – While I was in the dentist’s office, he drove over, took my car and filled it with gas. Yeah, I married a really good guy.

Went to work for an hour and then drove to Concord (which is why I needed the gas) for my annual dermatologist appointment. Surgery in 2006 took care of a basal cell on my forehead and so, now I go once a year for a regular check. This isn’t a bad appointment but it can be a little painful and I always feel like an idiot standing there with the gown on as we expose various areas of my body looking for any unusual skin things. The painful (not bad, just startling) part is the frozen nitrogen spray on any of those unusual skin things. Today – two on my face and one on the top of my head. I’m not a sun person but with my fair skin and freckles, any sun can be bad. I give my parents lots of credit for attempting to keep my skin safe as a child but – in college I had some really, really bad sunburns. (And a diabetes connection – the doctor’s son has Type 1 Diabetes.)

BGs stayed fairly calm, even if I didn’t.

Final words… Use sunscreen, and brush and floss your teeth!

One Great Thing – umm, Person

Click for the One Great Thing – Tuesday 5/15 Link List. Living with diabetes (or caring for someone who lives with it) sure does take a lot of work, and it’s easy to be hard on ourselves if we aren’t “perfect”.  But today it’s time to give ourselves some much deserved credit.  Tell us about just one diabetes thing you (or your loved one) does spectacularly!  Fasting blood sugar checks, oral meds sorted and ready, something always on hand to treat a low, or anything that you do for diabetes.  Nothing is too big or too small to celebrate doing well!

As a PWD, I do a lot of things. We all do a lot of things. Every single day…

For this post, it’s my husband who gets the credit for being a great Type 3. My husband is the chief cook around here. (I did it for 20+ years and when we moved here, he decided it was his turn.) As the cook, he is the one who notes the carb counts when needed for something he’s prepared. Very often, he’s already noted serving amounts and carbs on a piece of paper, ready for me when we eat. When shopping, he’s not only checking prices, he’s looking at the nutrition info before purchasing. (Oh, you should know, he’s a CPA, loves numbers…)

When I was dx’d, he jumped right in to the new routine. He attended the d-education classes with me and even attended one without me when I needed to be at the hospital with my dad. He went to the pump training with me.

My one great thing is a person, who I married almost 38 years ago.

Remember, it was the 70’s…