When Rocco was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, it was stunning. Kind of like, when you hit-your-head-on-the-corner-of-the-cabinet-door stunning!
I had to (and still have to) count every single carb that goes into his mouth. Carbs are the food type that raise blood sugar. Insulin is the stuff that helps you process the carbs. Every bite he took, I would stare at him. I would count as he ate- five carbs, ten carbs, wait, no, maybe eight carbs.
After he finished eating, I felt guilty trying to eat myself. If he saw what I was eating, often including high-carb foods, he would want some. Almost all two-year-olds want what their moms and dads are eating. If he ate some of my food, I would need to give him an extra shot. He never complained about the shots, but I couldn't handle giving him any more than the necessary four to six injections per day. Welcome to Type 1 diabetes, right?
He was diagnosed a couple days before Labor Day, and by Christmas I had lost ten pounds. It felt good but like any stress-related weight loss, I didn't look so great with the baggy eyes and limp hairdo. I also ate less because I was so involved in taking care of my two busy-bodied two-year-olds.
Here they are looking at a potato bug rolling into a ball. They sat like that for close to 45 minutes as the stupid bug crawled around. I snapped a picture then went to sneak some food!
However, when I did finally eat, I ended up sneaking quick snacks from funny places where I would hide my carbs, like the corner of one cupboard very high up or deep in the recesses of my walk-in pantry. Imagine what a therapist's might think if she came into my home and saw me literally "in the closet" shoving Cheetos my throat. My goodness! She sure would make some money off of me!
After everything calmed down, a couple of months later, I was out with a girlfriend and I said, "OK,please don’t judge me but I am DYING for something with tons of carbs!!" She giggled, and we ordered orange juice and bagels smothered in cream cheese!
It was like I was on the Survivor show. You know, where they take you to a huge yacht to get a shower and have a fabulous meal? Yep, that was me! Garbaging down!
Now the kick to my life is, I have a diabetic son but my favorite food type is carbs! Carbs any kind, anywhere, anytime. I'm just sayin'...
Imagine Alanis Morisette singing, "Isn't ironic?"
My last request for food on Earth would be donuts!! Sprinkly, pink, jelly-filled, yummy donuts!
(Darn it! Now, I am craving donuts! Resist the urge, mommy! Resist!)
Over the past several years, I have more than satisfied my addiction to treats whenever I was sans children! My girlfriends would laugh! It was always with girlfriends because, really, when you are a stay-at-home mom in charge of babies or toddlers, the only time you allow yourself to get away is when you meet a girlfriend. Sad but true.
I still have a stash of little Hershey candy bars in my pantry. But I am not sure this is any different than any other mom! Lol! The other day, one of my BFFs finally sent her toddler to his first day at pre-school. She was really nervous because as she puts it, "He is allergic to the planet." He is allergic to wheat, soy, dairy, and, most of all, nuts. She texted me twenty minutes after dropping him off. Here is what she wrote: "Mmmmm, carrrooott cakkkee!!"
(Look at those nuts!)
I didn't stop laughing for ten minutes! I imagined her, in her hiding spot, the car. Haha!
Just to make us all feel better, when I was googling pictures of people eating Cheetos in the pantry this statement about Heidi Klum came up:
So, tell me the truth, what kinds of foods do you indulge in when your children are not around?
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