“Any T1’s relationship with food is not like non-diabetics and it is rough.”
I was helping a friend who is a mentor with JDRF, and in turn asked another good friend who is a parent to a teenage T1 a question about raising a teen with diabetes, and dealing with rebellion, etc. That was one of her comments above – “Any T1’s relationship with food is not like non-diabetics and it is rough.” – Suzanne
Those words really hit me. And seems like the understatement of the year. In my 22+ years living with diabetes, I’d never really thought until recently how much my relationship with food is different than other people’s. I mean, of course I know I have to account for every bite of food I put in my mouth. But other things have been surfacing lately.
A couple of weeks ago, my family was sitting down to eat dinner and I told my husband that I would love to be able to just sit down with them and not do the last minute blood sugar check, math problems to calculate carbs, and punch numbers into my pump. (I do not typically pre-bolus, although I know many people do. YDMV.) It seems like they are always waiting on me to take their first bite (I live with all boys, so we are teaching them to be polite and not eat until mommy has sat down and taken her first bite.)
We had some baked goods sitting in the break room of my office this week and every time I walked by it, I felt a resentment feeling .. not sure if that’s even the right word. But I recognized it and I didn’t like it. I felt a twinge of “I would love to eat a piece of that. But is it worth it? How much insulin do I have left in my pump? Is it going to break down weirdly and cause me to be high later?” When everyone else just walked in and ate a piece without a care in the world, other than the occasional “I don’t really need these extra calories.”
For the record, I did eat it. Was it “worth it”? Not sure. But it tasted good in the moment. 🙂