So, I did excellently today on the food front. I had a plan and I was a woman on a mission! After work, I hopped on the bike, did 50 minutes on that sucker, and then was off to make my meals for the week. Yes, I said WEEK! I made a batch of Vegetarian Stew in the pressure cooker (Guh… I used a bag of mixed veggies that contained edamame and now I have to pick out all the edamames because edamames make me gag… 5-year-old picky food alert! Who invented that word anyway? Eda-Mommy! Duh… Eda’s mommy obviously!) So, I made the stew… and while that was building up pressure, I made a Caribbean Rice and Peas dish, except I didn’t have any peas, so it’s more rice and beans… and the small spoonfull I had of it made me gag. Basically, I said a prayer that overnight whilst sitting in the refrigerator it will suddenly turn into a chocolate cake. Crossing the ole fingers… dreams do come true!! 😛 While that was simmering, I also made a batch of my favorite low-calorie, low-fat pumpkin spice muffins because… why the heck not?
Anywho… I et me a big ole bowl of my vegetarian stew for dinner… and then I had me a pumpkin muffin with a Dove chocolate melted down into the top… PLENTY of food, correct? I pressed complete on my food diary and headed for the showers. Good girl, Whitty Woo Woo! As I was getting into the shower, I felt that ever familiar sense of weakness… weakness, like it’s a chore to lift my arms up and walk… and then the always fun black splotches began popping up in front of my eyeballs. I know those signs all too well… low blood sugar… aka Whitney eats more crap to try to get her sugar back up to a normal level. I hightailed it into my room, dug out my blood glucose monitor, and learned that my sugar level was 48… that’s only 32 away from being in the normal 80 to 120 range. Brilliant! So now, of course I have to eat another 55-course meal complete with breath mint and post meal stretching rituals (suddenly I’m a cat)! I also just fell asleep for 2 hours in the middle of typing this. LOL… the myth is true… you can bore yourself to tears, which is the exact reason I’m about to publish this piece of boredom to the web… y’all could use a nap or 2. Eating a 55-course meal requires a nap afterwards.
Blast you, hypoglycemia for ruining my otherwise splendiferous eating day. Note to self: Next time go for the gingerbread Schnapps. Richard Simmons and his fanny pack would agree!
Question of the Day: What time of day is your biggest snacking issue? Any tips?