A family member was in town this last week and we went out to dinner. I had already assumed she wanted Italian food since the town she comes from does not have an Italian restaurant. And, as luck would have it, we have a great one in the neighborhood that has been featured on the Food Channel. Where else could we go?
So, as I have written about, I took a look at the menu during the afternoon and decided I would have a Caesar Salad. We are going to a Pasta Palace and I have a salad! What am I thinking? I LOVE pasta. In my PD (Pre-Diabetes) Days I could eat three bowl fulls and still have a pasta snack in a couple of hours. I love the texture, the smell, the shapes…there is nothing about pasta that I just don’t love. But because I know this about myself, I know I have to make a decision about what I am going to eat before we get there.
A salad? Really?
Our menus were delivered, and I never even opened mine. I was determined that I was going to have the Caesar Salad. When it came time to order, I asked for the salad – not what I wanted, but what I should have. I was really happy with myself. The plan had worked just like it was supposed to work. The food was delivered and everything was going well…I wasn’t even tempted by the pasta others were having. I knew it was just as good as it should be because the others were raving about it. And, I found I could enjoy it at a ‘distance.’ Good Lord, am I a Food Voyeur? Nah.
Everything was going great…Until fresh, warm garlic bread was brought to the table. Not fair! I had a piece. And then I had a bit of pasta…just a bit, really. And another half-piece of garlic bread. I gave in…caved completely. I can sit next to cookies and not touch them; throw away pies; ignore ice cream in the freezer…but warm, fresh garlic bread…not so much.
Did I see an increase in my glucose reading? Well, let’s just say it was confirmed that I have Diabetes. My reading was about 50% higher than I would have normally expected when I checked it four hours after eating. I normally see about an 85; last night I saw 122 – a number I have not seen in a very long time. I know that’s not really high, but for me it is. And, since I am controlling the disease through diet and exercise, I lost one of my basic weapons.
What am I going to do? Well, the salad was good. Next time, I will add a bowl of soup and indulge in a half of a piece of garlic bread and live with it as I enjoy every bite. You see, having a plan is important. It would have been very easy to be taken off of course with the pasta and pizza – they do a good job with pizza, too. Having a plan made ordering the food easy. Having the bit extra with the soup and giving myself the treat of a small portion of garlic bread – knowing I will do it ahead of time, will keep me from feeling deprived or disappointed.
Just another learning.
As always, thank you for reading.