It used to be that the holidays were a time of gluttony. I would get more excited about food at holiday parties more than anything. I would eat until my belly was an actual bowl of jelly. There was no such thing as enough. Unless it was “not enough”.
This time around is different. I am a healthy diabetic and doing my best to do well. I made a conscious decision to eat in moderation. At my last appointment my doctor told me to be careful because of all of the holiday dinners. I first laughed it off like a junkie, I said “I can quit whenever I want”. Man, did I underestimate all of the delicious fare I was about to encounter.
On Thanksgiving I had two parties to go to. Grandma’s first then to Indiana to my aunt’s. I thought this would surely be the death of me. They would find me under the dinner table clutching the leg of turkey and laying in a pile of stuffing….oops sorry just a bit of déjà vu.
I was amazed, I ate at both parties but kept it single servings. I had to estimate the carb amounts because we live in a carb happy world. No one is going to keep the nutrition facts around for me. And even with the uncertainty my diabetes did not hurt at all. I even had dessert.
This holiday made me confident the come December I will not have to worry. I survived the grandest of feasting holidays. So bring it on family, I am bringing a fork and a bib.