I blew it this past Saturday (November 2, 2019). I mean, I really blew it! Eating healthy? Forget it!
I officiated a beautiful barn wedding at Neely Farms in Hephzibah, Georgia. Barn weddings are quite popular these days.
It was a perfect Georgia Fall day. Not a cloud in the sky with a temperature in the mid 70s.
The reception food was catered by Willie Jewel’s Barbecue. And while we were waiting, a pot of boiled peanuts provided an appetizer. Both are my weaknesses. And, I was hungry.
I helped myself to BBQ beef briskets, pork BBQ, and chicken BBQ. I loaded my plate with sides of fried okra, black eyed peas, macaroni and cheese, slaw, a dinner roll, and a rich German chocolate cupcake for dessert. It was a feast fit for a Southern king.
But that 30 minutes of stuffing myself was very costly. I knew it would be, but I did it anyway. I couldn’t seem to help myself.
Besides, I was eating with friends. Pleasant conversations, a fantastic venue, a good time, and heavenly barbecue, can make a fellow lose all since of controlled eating!
So, what did my spurge cost me?I am a Type 1 insulin dependent diabetic. Even though I added what I thought would be enough insulin to counteract my “cheat meal,” it wasn’t. It never is.
Within an hour or two, I was feeling lethargic and sleepy. I added more insulin. My blood sugar skyrocketed to 300 and was still near 300 when I got home.
It was 290ish when I went to bed! More insulin please. I woke up at 2am and had to pee. That’s what high blood sugar does to diabetics. You got to pee a lot. More insulin please.
I woke around 7am. It was still high – around 250. More insulin please.
I finally got it to a reasonable number by early afternoon and was feeling better. I went for a two mile walk. After that, it dropped to within range. Thank goodness!
Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes. After all, I’m Southern born and bred!
But, I know I can’t eat like that every day. No way! It would kill me, I’m sure. Yet, maybe on rare occasions like a wedding feast of good, mouth watering, finger licking good Southern barbecue, I can pig out.
Oh yea? What about my weight that I’ve tried so diligently to lose? Poof! Gone up in hickory smoked barbecue.
I was down to 231.1 pounds and right proud of myself. That’s what happens when you eat a lot of salad, chicken soup, and cut down on the carbs. But in one meal, I gained over a pound. That’s what my weigh-in showed Sunday morning. Over a pound! It’ll take me a week of disciplined eating and miles of walking to get that off!
Well, it’s Monday night now. For supper, I had chicken soup and a few crackers. What’s soup without crackers? That was all I had today. Extreme eating calls for extreme sacrifice to compensate for it.
I’m back in the saddle again and ridin’ the range once more!
Thanks for reading.