I share the experience of Montse and Pilar that they have published in their blog, of course, I feel quite identified in the experience, sometimes the doctors and our environment, condition us based on topics and little knowledge, but we must not get carried awayIn the end, it is we, who individually and collectively, know better than anyone what happens to diabetes!;)
The first Christmas as type1 diabetic I spent them as type 2 diabetic, with a severe regime and with a zero spirit of everything.The latter, for reasons that have nothing to do with my then recent debut, but that they did not help the least.So, as I said, I had to face this first Christmas with all lost.In my family we have never been feeding a lot at Christmas, but there were things that made our parties happy, and much:
- Nati's joy, and in general of the whole family, at meals and dinners of the key days.
- The Kings, for the memories of the old days, and above all to see my parents for the living room asking what they had thrown us out.
- The nougat, essential in my family, which were inaugurated on the 24th at dinner, never before, and ate daily, and ended ... because when they ended up, of course, a few days after kings.The first two points that year were not going to happen, nor would we notice any joy, or see my parents in the living room, so we had to focus on the third, but oh! ... it turns out that the calorie leavesthat the endocrine had given me did not mention the nougat, in fact, they did not mention any sweet.
I had already been doing hydrates replacement tests, I mean, if I put 150 legumes on the sheet, then replace them with, for example, one more bread of bread, in short, simple things.These evidence did them without commenting with anyone, I didn't even have the Internet then, so I did it according to my own criteria.And of course, my own criteria told me that I could replace the fruit of the food with a couple of nougat pieces ... yes, of the good.
And the day came, December 24, 2000, Christmas dinner.Once the salty dishes was solved, I took the first piece, little, of Jijona, craftsman, and I zampo ...
I didn't notice anything weird, nothing happened to me, I didn't sweat, nor convulsed, I was still alive!, So I settled another piece, how rich!, This time I did savored it.Previously, I had taken the pill that touched me, so, now it was only necessary to wait two hours ... how long.
I do not remember if I waited at my mother's house or went to mine, but the fact is to measure myself, Tachán ... I was perfect!There began my doubts, wouldn't it be that one is more stable eating nougat than eating fruit?After all, the fruit sugar is faster than the sugar that the nougat brings, all full of fat.
The latter then I did not think about it, because at that time that of the slow, fast hydrates, the effect of fats, proteins, for me it was an unknown science, but that I hesitated about the traditional diabetic diets, I assure you that yes.
But well, you had to try again, and I tried that substitution on 25, 31, 1, with similar results.Yes, yes, yes, it worked.
Look that if it is that these endos have no idea, I thought.And to date, I mean, that ... no, no, it is not that they think they have no idea ... but fuck, the one who made those calories leafs with the menus, could have curled it a little andInclude Christmas menus, right?
This Christmas, 16 years later, a good amount of Zampado nougat, with the joy that is felt in the family on the key dates and in the non -key, and waiting since Reyes arrives, so that Montse and I, in pajamas, we askTo the girls and Nati, what have they thrown them ...
I wish you happy holidays.Posted by the day everything changed: Montse and Pilar at 2:13 PM
Source: esédiaquetodocambio.blogspot.com.es/2016/12/mis-primeras-navidades-diabeticas_31.html