I had made a resolution last month to eat healthy. “Only whole foods!” I declared. I dabbled in creating something wonderful from nothing and surprised myself with a few new dishes. I was tired of hearing about the dangerous ingredients in prepared foods, frozen entrées, and the like. I know whole food has its issues with pesticides and such but I will learn and figure that out another day. The first day was great, I wrote an article about the wonderful meal I made, and then I, predictably, began to slide.
This week we received the news that hubby is diabetic. Not just borderline, but a full blown, he needs insulin daily, kind of diabetic. This on top of a heart cath that not only showed blockages, but when stents were put in there was trauma and my best buddy was in critical care for two days and then a few extra days for good measure. I’m the one that looks like she should be a heart patient with full blown diabetes, not he, but here we were, both sitting there facing the music we had been playing for forty something years. To their credit, no one tut tutted about why we were there. But clearly, as chief cook and bottle washer in the family, I was in dutch about his condition as much as he.
If there is one thing I realized that day, it’s this. It’s not HE is diabetic it’s WE are diabetic. I refuse to make two different meals. It’s the kick in the pants I needed anyway. I was so full of resolve I went out and ate at Sonic Drive In several times, the Chinese buffet, Jimmy Johns, Panera Bread, and several local establishments. I polished off the ice cream in the fridge, the bag of Fritos and other delectables too good to toss out. On the way to pick him up from the hospital I made one last trip to Sonic and hoped my grape slushy purple tongue wouldn’t give me away.
We stopped at Aldi’s on the way home to pick up some diabetic worthy groceries. Lean meats, chicken, veggies, milk, eggs, cereal, etc. I was waiting for the clerk to praise me for having such a healthy load of food to carry home, but I waited in vain. Apparently there are others who actually choose well and leave the store sugar free. I paid for them, bagged them and carried them out to the car and into the house myself. DH was not allowed to carry over 10 lbs, so he carried nothing and forgot to open the door to help me in, in his pleasure at seeing our dog who had been missing him for five days. I clutched the two boxes and opened the front door with my teeth and our new life began.
Our first dinner was:
4 oz steak (actually broiled!)
½ cup of sautéed mushrooms and onions using a smidge of butter
1 cup Iceberg lettuce
1 half Roma tomato
1 T Kidney beans
2 small Avocado slices
½ T Ken’s Basil dressing
And for dessert:
1 ¼ cup cubed watermelon
332 calories, 2 carb exchange, 13 Fats, 29 protein, 14 sugars, 68 Chol