“You don’t like seafood?!” This wasn’t ever issued like a real question, but more an accusation, a verbal finger pointed at my face. “You live in Rhode Island and you don’t like seafood like at all?” Usually I’d say, “I just don’t care for it very much,” but I am really thinking, “EW! It’s weird and it smells terrible and…
For those who are unaccustomed, gluten-free bread is kind of terrible. It’s like the bread can’t commit to being bread. It starts out strong – looks good, smells good – but once you try to make a sandwich out of that sucker, it falls apart into a crumbly mess in a matter of milliseconds. For the last year, I’ve been entirely…
“I spent [insert slightly obscene amount of money] at the grocery store this afternoon … again,” I said as I put the grocery bags on the kitchen floor. Chris looked over and assessed the content of the bags. “It goes into our bodies. This is what we should be spending our money on.” Food is an important topic in our…
I can’t cook. Except when I can. Turns out following a recipe is a helpful way to make a graceful transition between “fridge full of ingredients” and “actual, edible outcome.” And a recipe that’s reasonably low in carbs, high in eggs (I frigging love eggs), and tastes good works for me. Stolen from AllRecipes, I tweaked my version of this…
I love going out on the town for the night And having a meal by a soft candlelight (Because I know, at a restaurant, meals are yummy; For the food isn’t prepped, touched, or cooked by me.) But to dine with type 1 can be quite complex, Because restaurant food has a whole set of specs That require some SWAG’ing;…
At the TCOYD conference in Washington, DC this past weekend, I was tasked with co-leading a session about digital tools for diabetes management (saucily named “There’s An App for That”) alongside Glu’s Anna Floreen. Building up to the session, she and I talked about apps we use (and don’t use) and how some apps are just filler apps (see also:…
The No Good (Sort of Good) Food Diary.
Blood Sugars, Diet and Food, Psychosocial Support, Real Life DiabetesIt was easy to avoid food logging because, on the whole, my blood sugars aren’t a disaster. I bolus for the foods I’m eating, and I don’t graze much so stacking insulin doses isn’t as much of a problem as it has been in the past. But the other night, when 9 pm rolled around and I was asking Birdy…
“Half a cup? Let me get the measuring cups,” my mom would say, foraging around in her purse for the ubiquitous set of measuring cups she toted around. She always knew what “half a cup” looked like because she didn’t guess. Her management of my diabetes was precise when she was in charge, back in the day. I am admittedly…
Here’s an attempt at gluten-free chicken noodle and vegetable soup. It tasted quite nice, actually, and no one died as a result of eating it. We’re marking that as a win. Note to real cooks: Don’t judge. I use pre-made soup broth and frozen vegetables. I’m so lazy I don’t even make my own insulin. Sensing a theme? Note re:…
It’s Deadline Week, and I’m in the process of red-penning a writing project. Actually, I’m taking a red pen to just about everything in my house, including the cat. (The cat needed her tail edited down – waaay too fluffy.) While I finish word-murdering everything in my house, I’m revisiting some earlier posts from the SUM archives. Today, I’m looking…
After staring into the refrigerator for several minutes this morning, debating what to have for breakfast, my stomach was growling madly before I came to an egg-and-avocado conclusion. It’s been a while since I’ve felt sincerely and frustratingly hungry, reminding me of dear Rocco. So today, I’m looking back to a post about the bear who lives in my stomach….