I have done really well with keeping my resolve to follow the new diet. However, on this night I decided to give in with self imposed provisos:
- What I chose to eat must not be over a safe carbohydrate level even with *bolusing.
- I had to eat a balanced meal.
What I did was to thaw a premade Amy’s **GF mac and cheese and divide it in half. This was baked with a couple tablespoons of cubed ham (all fat cut away). I prepared a well built side salad (lettuce, cucumber, tomato, pickled beets with vinegar and olive oil dressing. I ate the salad while I waited for some fresh broccoli to steam to be served with the half dose of mac. All good, all within parameters, then…
I picked up the bowl holding the mac & cheese with ham, placed a hot pad underneath of it to take it to the table, then watched it miraculously flip out of my hand, turn upside down in mid air and spew the contents onto the kitchen floor. All in a straight line from me to Walker, who stood about four feet away.
Walker immediately went into pointer mode, his eyes bulged, and then looked at me for the OK.
Calmly, and I can’t believe how calm I was, I held out my hand, palm facing him, and said: “You can have it, but you have to wait because it is too HOT. You have to WAIT. After about a minute I tested the mess on the floor and found it to be cool to the touch. Looking at him I said: “OK!”
My spoiled mess of a dinner was gone in seconds. And Walker was very pleased with his second dinner of the evening.
Retrospection
I am still trying to figure out how my bowl flew out of my hand. I am also wondering where my inner ***Sailor Girl went to when this happened. Her vocabulary can spring into action at a moments notice in frustrating situations such as this.
In the end I felt stunned about dropping the bowl and rather amazed at how calm and controlled I was. The dog cleaned the mess, I cleaned the floor, then sat down and ate my broccoli.
All was well. I felt balanced, content, and in control.
AMAZING!
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*Bolusing means to give an extra dose of insulin to counteract the load of a meal
**GF= Gluten Free
*** Inner Sailor Girl was acquired in the early 70s when I was in the Navy. I am proud to have been of service, but not proud of my bad language habit which I have carried in my back pocket for all these years. 😛
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Sounds like there was an invisible elf in the house, determined you weren’t going to enjoy that mac & cheese lol
Claire, could be… or it could have been doggie telepathy: “Yooou wiiill drrrop thaaat bowwwl, drop it now!”
Who can say? 😉
That is akin to the writing on the wall if you ask me. You are being sent a message.
Tom, if you are correct it certainly wasn’t the message I was wanting that evening. However, in the end, I was just as satisfied with with my salad and broccoli. Haven’t mentioned it, but on the new diet regime I have lost almost 10 pounds! (More about that on another day.)
Oops!
I have an inner sailor girl and I wasn’t even in the navy 😉
Lynn, in retrospect the incident was was quasi surreal.
Regarding the “ISG”. Years ago, when I decided to start attending church again, I was actually petrified that I would say something to make the other attendees blanch. 😯
Quick thinking to prevent a burnt mouth! Keep the Sailor Girl mouth 😀
Annie, this happened to my previous big dog, Buddy! I dropped some really hot meat onto the floor by accident and he just dove in. He kept yelping, but wouldn’t stop trying to eat it! I feel foolish every time I remember it, but there I was telling him “Buddy, It’s too hot!” About the second time I said it, I realized, Duh, not a kid: DOG brain. Then I yelled “S.T.O.P!” and that worked.
I am glad that our dogs ( read “WE”) have been trained in verbal and hand signals. 😉 The palm and telling Walker he had to wait really worked. In Dog brain, I know he got the message as: “PALM” babble, babble, babble…WAIT”
I’m glad he’s a good dog and took to all the training.
We owe it to our dogs to train them well. Case in point.
Absolutely!
I love this story! Lucky dog! And look at you… sticking to your diet! Albeit in a rather forced way. 😉
~ pam N.
Pam, thank you! The journey has just begun, and it has been a strange one. With all the things I have been told about my health, well, I don’t think I have a choice. I really didn’t view the 1/2 c mac with a small amount of trimmed and cubed ham as a killer meal. And of course, not to be indulged in on a regular basis; like hardly eve). Yet, somehow, so no matter who’s version of why it happened, there it was on the floor. I don’t know if you read any of my other replies, but I have lost about 10 lbs. since starting this adventure.
If I remember correctly, I think I am about the same age as you?
I don’t have Type II diabetes, BUT I do have high cholesterol and arteriosclerosis.
Back in October, a cardiologist said that I was going to die of a heart attack or stroke if I didn’t do something about my high cholesterol. I can’t take statins because of bad side effects, so I asked him what else I could do to get the cholesterol numbers down. He said, “Stop eating saturated fat.”
OK fine. I was determined. I did not to eat anything that had saturated fat. I went from 130 to 110 pounds in about 4 months, and my cholesterol levels went down too.
But then, the primary care doctor was unhappy.
“WHAT are you doing?” he said, and I was sent to a nutritionist.
The nutritionist said, “What? You’re not eating any meat, dairy, or even eggs?! You cut out 2 of the major food groups! You can’t do that! WHAT are you eating?!”
“Well, the cardiologist said no saturated fat –so I have oatmeal with a banana for breakfast, an apple for lunch, and various vegetables for dinner (sometimes with rice or potato).”
The nutritionist yelled, “I can tell you right now–that is NOT enough calories. If you don’t get enough calories, your body will eat all the fat, and after that it will start eating muscle. AND guess what: The heart is a muscle. Keep this up, and you aren’t going to die of a heart attack or a stroke. You are going to die of heart failure!”
He told me to add on at least 18% saturated fat per day.
Sigh. So, I am doing that now. Personally, I think that all of the doctors need to get together and stop contradicting themselves.
Geesh, Mary, he should have recommended you to a nutritionist in the first place. Or at least asked if you would like to see one to help you sort out your diet. 😠 And I agree! I think that all our doctors need to know what our other doctors are doing and diagnosing us with. But, those HIPAA laws prevent that now. End result to our health and medical safety? The right hand no longer knows what the left hand is doing. I call that unsafe.
I’m glad your primary care doctor caught you in time!
Now I don’t wan’t anyone outside of my personal healthcare givers to know all about my health status, but come on, my doctors need to be in the loop about what they are doing to me.
And to answer, your first question, I just turned 72. Where’s the old wrinkled emoji for that one!? 👵 OK, this one is close. (except it isn’t the one I chose. Mine had white hair and glasses… apparently that one is not available on WP)