Know what's the worst part about being a diabetic? Nothing that's good is good for you.
Now, I know that that's a general rule, all in all, but it takes on new meaning, when it involves diabetes. Nothing I really love to eat, I can eat.
What doesn't have sugar, has carbs, which turn into sugars, once my body gets done with them. I even have to watch out for some vegetables, and all fruits.
I love fried foods; carbs. Pasta; carbs. Pizza; carbs. Chocolate; sugar, carbs. Cookies; sugar, carbs. That's just the tip of the iceberg; potato chips, baked goods, breakfast cereals, breads.....nothing I really like, I can really eat.
Sugar-free or " sugar substitutes"? Please.
Some of it isn't bad, but eat a sugar-free candy bar and a real one, and tell me which one tastes better and better satisfies. Besides; there's still the carbs to factor in. That makes it hard to stick to a diabetic diet; at least for me, anyway.
"Trading" one food or carb for another? Come on.
I mean, if I have to eat every meal, wheeling and dealing calories and carbs like a freakin' Arab trader, if I have to worry over, measure and gauge every bite I take, I'm not going to enjoy it. What's the point?
Why bother? Also, I hate pricking my finger with that damn thing, to take my gluose levels; I'd rather have a broken leg with the bone sticking out, than do that.
Yes, I'm whining; see, my doctor wants to put me on insulin, starting next week. I haven't been a good little diabetic, keeping track of my levels, and eating cardboard and rocks instead of real food, so they're bringing in the big guns.
Yeah, yeah, okay; it's been coming on for years, during which I've been on medication, and I've had all that time to kick it down, but see above.
It just sucks, is all. I mean, I'm not even all that heavy; I weigh about 197, on average, which is chubby for my height, but it's not like I'm a candidate for The Biggest Loser. My job keeps me active, and moving around all the time.
Besides; they set that bar really high, you know? My ideal weight, for my height, is around 148-150 pounds. I'd be looking like a stick if I weighed that.
As if getting epilepsy out of the blue at 17, then hypertension, wasn't enough in life; now I have to deal with diabetes.
I have no real "vices" to speak of. I don't drink, smoke or use drugs. I don't even gamble or cheat on my wife, for cryin' out loud. Food is pretty much it, really; I love food. Tastes, textures...eating is one of the great pleasures of life, and 'm a pvery adventurous eater. I'll give just about anything a try. I've even tried roasted termites from Africa. Not too bad, really; they tasted a little like sunflower seeds, oddly. I....love....food.
That's why it's hard for me.
Life is too good to restrict yourself; even if not restricting yourself endanagers your life. What would be the point in living, if you couldn't enjoy it to the fullest, and eat whatever you damn well please?