Like, for example, the little tortilla strips that they put on the Santa Fe chicken salad at Applebee's. Yes, it's another "I ate this and my blood sugar went up" post, but hey, this is my online diary, and if it helps me to write about what I ate ad nauseum, then so be it. So last night, the kids and I decided to go to our favorite place for dinner (you can tell that we are the quintessential suburban family -- Applebee's really is our favorite place to eat. Not surprisingly, Jeff refuses to go there when he comes up for his weekly dinners. So it's really our place.) My favorite thing at my favorite place is the Santa Fe chicken salad, which, I believe, is relatively low-carb (chicken, salsa, lettuce, cheese, guacamole), except for the little strips of tortillas that I always forget to ask them to leave off. Usually, I try to avoid them or eat just a few, but last night I just ate them. There didn't seem to be that many, and my blood sugar had been pretty low before dinner, and I was caught up in the whole "out with the kids" thing, which I treasure more than ever, because I know these days will soon be gone. This was around 8:00, so when I checked my blood sugar at 11:30, I wasn't expecting anything unusual. 178! Yikes! How can this be? I made the mistake of re-testing, and got 184. So instead of a nice snack to accompany my evening Lantus, I had a unit of Novolog. I'm never really sure about the correction thing, probably (knock wood) because I don't have to do it too often, so I guess I miscalculated somehow, because at 2 am my eyes popped open and I knew something was amiss. Quick test: 41. Glucose tablets, a little cottage cheese, and back to sleep. This morning I'm at 109. This reminds me of the times I've tried archery -- the first arrow goes way too high. I try to correct and the next one goes way too low, and so on. Frustrating, but I guess this is just part of the learning process. The lesson: get a different salad next time. Or better yet, a bun-less hamburger. Those are usually pretty benign.
By the way, at the A&P trip that followed dinner, the kids tod me that their friends would never consider dinner and a supermarket outing with their parents a fun thing to do. Most of them, they said, don't do anything with their parents. So I feel pretty lucky and special, and even my crazy blood sugar can't spoil that.
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