Today marks three weeks of my hardcore gestational diabetes diet. The worst thing I've ate? A single bite of the most delicious wedding cake I've ever had. Of course my brother-in-law disagreed about it being the most delicious and I reminded him I really hadn't had sugar in three weeks. Then I stared at the piece of cake... and said out loud, "hmm... since the server put it right in front of me, I guess I have to eat it?" No one said anything. Then I laughed and said, "How horrible would it be?" Then my sister suggested eating just half... she is such a good sister, haha. I then decided I couldn't do it, I've worked too hard and come too far. I asked her to hide the piece of cake from me. She gladly slid it to the other side of the table.
I'm not going to lie, I thought about that piece of cake all night.
Besides that piece of cake, this diet is getting easier.
It's almost a hardcore habit and I'm so happy about that. Obviously I will be put into hard situations like the wedding cake that was squarely placed in front of me by someone who doesn't know I can't eat it. And today I got a little upset when Joel mentioned wanting to eat dinner at MayFlowers while we were in town (our favorite Chinese restaurant in the entire world) and I thought long and hard about it. But everything that I would have consumed would have been pushing it, even with portion control. I'm still scared to eat out, and really- I can't. Not without knowing the real carb numbers spelled out. You cannot eye something and know the nutritional information, you just can't.
Joel was crushed. I was crushed. I made us all a healthy dinner back at home.
Aside from those two difficult situations, I feel good about what I'm putting in my body. I can't stress enough how awesome I feel since starting this diet. I am 32 weeks pregnant and my only complaint is back pain. It's actually strange to me when someone asks, "How are you feeling?" The first words out of my mouth are, "Great, I really feel good." I use to rattle off a whole list of things starting with how tired I was.
You are what you eat.
That being said, I'm not exactly happy that my blog is a food blog right now... but that is my life in this moment. I poke my finger and test my blood four times a day. I sit down at a computer and type in foods before I put them in my mouth to make sure the numbers are exactly where they need to be. I have a food log that dates back three weeks, incase I get a high blood sugar reading and I can go back and see why, or my doctors if they request it. Six times a day I have to ask myself what would be the healthiest option for meals and snacks.
It's my life right now.
And as much I want to carry this diet with me forever, it will be so freeing to able to go to a wedding and let myself enjoy a single piece of cake!