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June 28, 2008

The Big White Bag

Sorry for the delay. I knew I had some stuff coming up, and I wanted to wait to go through it before I wrote again. So two days ago, I went in for my teaching..for gestational diabetes. First, some history. My mom, within the last few years, got her very own diabetes teaching, and I really didn't think about what that meant for her, or for me, for that matter until a few days ago. For her it's a matter of doing things differently, but also keeping a fine line of what's all and well, and what's not all good. We all know what can go horribly wrong with diabetes untreated and undiagnosed, and that honestly terrified the shit out of me. That also contributed to my radio/blog silence over the last few days.

Knowing that diabetes runs in my family, and watching people succumb or come out of the woods changed and transformed really made this diagnosis hit home for me. I don't want to make it seem like this is a minor thing...I've tried to play it off these last few days, but it's not really working.

I've made a conscious decision to do my best to take care of myself better, but at the same time, I've made promises to myself and have broken them before (see boyfriends #2, 6 and 9...JK, not really). So while it's hard to turn down a piece of cake, god, how hard it truly is, especially when it's a handmade lemon cake, it's a fact of life for me now, not just until Bambina gets here, but even afterwards. Well, maybe after I have my post-birth celebratory sushi, beer, and ice cream party in September. You're all welcome to Gluttony Fest 2008, btw.

Anyways, so I get a terse email from my doctor with two sentences. "You have gestational diabetes. Nurse will call you." I sat in front of my computer screen and stared at it. It was hard to not feel like I was just handed a death sentence. Holy smokes. I'm condemned to eat rabbit food for the next few months, I thought to myself. If you know me, which most of you do by now, you'll understand this is just like taking candy away from a verified sugartooth, which is me, entirely!

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January 02, 2008

Food Coma: 1/2/08

Okay, so here's what I had for breakfast: my new measuring cup, by the way, is my fist. A fist of eggs scrambled with onions and tomatoes. A cup of pineapple juice (we're in Hawaii, G) and a quarter of a quesadilla. Cheese only. Pretty boring, but that's all I have to cook around here. BTW, cooking for 8 ppl daily for breakfast is pretty fun.

Lunch: Blackbean chili fries (naughty, but vegetarianly nice). And cherry limeade. We went to Kale'iwa Town and unfortch for the team, Guiseppe's Shrimp Shack was closed. Luckily we got there when we got there because Hono's ran out after our order. I don't eat shrimp so I was at the hippy-dippy vegetarian place next door...or shack.

Dinner: Garlic Chicken, fist of rice (although only ate half of rice), and half fist of mac salad. Not as good as Zippy's mac salad, though.

Voodoo 

 

PS: I would really like a fistful of fresh mangoes or pineapple right now.