Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tomorrow will be two weeks since I moved away from the Fried White Carbs. It started with a tentative little dance step. With a little leap I avoided a big plate of risotto that my husband, he who was formerly known as Mr Greasy Joan, prepared. Let's now call him "Mr. Molto Ma Non Troppo". I will find a nick name soon.
He's become a pasta and risotto cook. When we became vegetarian he discovered that he really enjoyed standing in front of the stove top stirring Arborio rice for 50 minutes. He loved creating pasta sauces with flavored olive oils, fresh herbs, and great vegetables. I loved his commitment to fresh organic produce and his Zen-like mutual meditation with the rice. BUT what makes him thrive does me in. His beautiful Italian food makes my blood sugar zoom up the the "Deluxe Fatal Apartment in the Sky". And that's after I've injected a heap o'insulin.
I could not comprehend why, after a caloric Italian meal, I became hungry again and started eating all night long.
I gave up his cooking. And I gave up all Fried White Carbs. No more buns on my burgers. No more popcorn in my pantry. I danced around and made a Special Box for him of his beloved pastas and rices. And I tossed in his Entenmann's pastry.
It's been two weeks since I had an irrational craving. My white foods are radishes, bananas, cauliflower, apples, and the pale parts of celery.
It is clear to me that I have a carb addiction. Just a little bit makes me eat more. Freggies are not a problem. When I go to bed if my blood sugar is low I eat a banana and when I wake up, my blood sugar is great.
I feel empowered and happy when I am not in thrall to a pile of pasta or a pretzel!