See Food Diet.
"Oh, I'm on the sea food diet."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"I see food, and I eat it!"
RIMSHOT. SO COMICAL. This joke irritates me because when my blood sugar is way out of range, this terrible punchline becomes true. I'll hoover up the contents of every cupboard in my kitchen.
There's something about being at either end of the blood sugar spectrum that instigates mass consumption of calories. When my blood sugar is tanking (especially those middle of the night lows), I'll eat through half a package of chocolate rice cakes (I love those things) or devour the better part of a package of stale Peeps (not that it's happened while on a Google hangout or anything) before I'll pause and assess the situation. It's a desperate clamoring for calories - anything - to bring my blood sugar back into a comprehensible range.
A similarly ravenous, but more grazing, hunger takes over when I'm high. High blood sugars (really high, like over 250 mg/dL) make me crave fruit and juice and cloyingly sweet foods. And I don't want to cram them into my face in pursuit of relief, but more because my body is telling me to eat, eat, eat even though my blood stream is clogged with sugar. Highs trigger hunger, at least for me, and it's very hard to squish that inclination to eat.
Hunger due to actually being hungry is a strange concept. Sometimes I'm hungry because I'm cruising around with a high blood sugar. Other times, it's because I'm low. Being hungry because I'm actually hungry wasn't something I felt until I went on the insulin pump in 2004, because prior to that, I was eating in accordance with the actual peaks of my insulin. (Old school NPH and Regular, back in the day. Holla.) I remember some of the first times I felt legitimately hungry due to a lack of food, and how strange it felt (and also how it felt like a low blood sugar).
Yesterday afternoon, around one in the afternoon, this strange headache settled in and my stomach started to ache a bit.
"I'm high, I think," I said to Birdy, who was trying in vain to vacuum the front lawn with her new birthday vacuum. (Kid wanted a vacuum cleaner; what can I say?)
"My vacuum, Mama!"
A quick poke of the finger showed a blood sugar right in range. And then I remembered that I hadn't eaten since breakfast. And that coffee didn't technically count as a snack. (But it should.)
"Mama needs a snack."
"I'm totally hunn-ree, lady. Let's have some chompies."
"See-food" diets aren't for me. I'd rather eat when I'm hunn-ree.