How did we fare yesterday and the day afore dat?
Did anybody find themselves under a pile of refined baked carbohydrates, begging the day to be over?
In actuality, it wasn't all that bad this year. This was my third post weight loss surgery Jesus Birthday Party - and I didn't do that much damage. My appetite was sort of stunted this year, due to my hypoglycemia issues. I could have eaten all of it - and how! - but I am so terrified of crashing and not realizing when I'm entering the danger zone and being unsafe, so I've been sort of good.
It also helped, that yesterday, we partied for Jesus at the in-laws. That means - the MIL + SIL (both WLS'ers) were cooking. There wasn't much in the way of crap at all, or at least the kind that would get me salivating and barking at the table. I may have had a run-in with a bowl of onion dip, but I haven't seen that stuff in years and I was like, "Wow, that does taste purdy good, lemme try it again."
I didn't get very festive with my dinner plate, either. I took four creamed onions and about two ounces of turkey, in which I promptly dipped in the cream sauce. That was it. I was done. In fact, I then dumped on what I ate - and fell asleep on Bob's lap with children around me.
big probably 1.5 servings handful potato chips with around 3 TBSP dip.
- four baby onions in sauce
- three bites turkey.
The damage, a seriously sleep inducing dump. No overfullness, no nausea, no distress, just overwhelming sleepiness, during which I made Bob test my sugars - juuuuuuuuust to see, and they were "high" (for me) at 126 mg. I knew that a low would probably ensue, so even though I was itching to go home and deal with The Pile, I waited, and sure enough - the sugars started dropping. I tested twice in the 70's, and decided to eat something so I could go home, had I waited a while longer, about an hour, I would have been in a real low. (This is why I don't like to eat out of the house.)
I got home, dealt with The Pile, and finally sat down with "cup-o-noodle" soup (bad idea, yes, we realize this, CARBS!) at about 7pm.
We went to bed really early, and I woke up at 10pm trembling badly, just starting to sweat and confused.
I wasn't sure what I was really doing - but once I made it up the stairs I figured out with little brain that it was probably a low because I was Shaking Really Intensely.
I opened the fridge - knowing that I should eat something, but didn't think to test my sugars because I was out of it. I grabbed a cheese stick and a slice of bread, but I couldn't get the wrapper off of the cheese stick because I was shaking so bad. I remember biting half of the cheese through the wrapper and popping it up, before giving up and looking for the peanut butter crackers that I was told to have on hand. I started eating peanut butter crackers, fast.
It wasn't until about five to ten minutes later that I remembered to test my blood sugar. 56 mg. I must have been lower than that, so that explains my idiocy.
Okay, so I crashed, hard. Whatever. It was probably due to the noodle soup - since that was the only thing I ingested pre-bed. Apparently high carby noodles with tons of MSG aren't the best choice for a reactive hypoglycemic.
(I should have had fudge.)
Kidding. Only, a little bit.
Edited to add: The food I ate to counteract my low blood sugar? Made me dump. A super-fun nausea inducing sick heart-racing dump. Who knows/cares if I had another subsequent low - I slept through it.
What a life.
Tis the season.
Jen had a really rough holiday, read her post here.