Real life

The first real test of living from here on: going out to dinner. I decided that there was no point in getting crazy about it, because I'm still figuring out how to make this work. I drank water, skipped the appetizer, passed on the bread. I ordered my favorite pasta (Thai Chicken Pasta) and ate as much as I wanted (I took the rest home for GeekBoy to finish off). When we got home Vicki had her wine and I had one amazing hot chocolate & Kahlua thing that Kate made for me. I'm pretty sure I had more carbs than I'm really supposed to, but not NEARLY what I would have had normally (bread, maybe an appetizer, pasta, a drink with dinner and probably a bottle of wine after).

Strangely enough, it wasn't that hard. I didn't feel cheated or left out at all. See there's that pod person thing again. I don't think I can possibly explain how HUGE these changes are for me. It can't be this easy. Surely this is going to get harder. Oh well, I'm going to enjoy this phase, and if it gets harder, I'll deal with it. No point in looking for trouble, right?

Kate went home about 11:30, and I sent Vicki to bed at midnight. I had to go to work for a few hours (another reason I wasn't drinking), and after I get off work we're meeting for breakfast. I'm already calculating in my head how to order something good but "legal." Why is this okay with me?? Shouldn't I be yearning for biscuits and gravy, or stuffed French toast? It's weird.

My blood sugars have been consistently normal since I started checking them, and I seem to have adjusted to the meds, since those lovely GI side effects are gone. I'm resolved to look at tomorrow's blood sugar check as research and not be upset if it's high. Hopefully it will be okay, but if it's high, there's a lesson learned.

I haven't really been worrying about my cholesterol. I'm concentrating on the blood sugar issue right now, and just avoiding making stupid choices, like eating a bunch of cheese instead of carbs. One step at a time.

And I'd just like to mention that this week when I put on my uniform I had to take my belt up a notch. WOO-HOO!! Also, at this moment, I feel great. Just in general. I'm not tired, I don't feel overwhelmed, my uniform isn't strangling me, I just feel good. That's pretty darned cool.