Wednesday, June 25, 2008

"Nobody makes me bleed my own blood."

29w 6d

Dodgeball fans? Anyone? Anyone? Alright then. I met with my registered dietitian (RD for the cool kids) today. I am officially on my second full day of testing my blood, which she wanted me to do, and when I proudly showed her my results (all perfect) and food diary over the last 2 days, she was all "HUH?! Is this how you normally eat?" and I was all, "Pretty much". She laughed, I did too (nervously) and then she pretty much flew through my "meal plan" that she set up on the spot and proceeded to tell me, "Follow this, BUT if you numbers start getting wacky, or low, just go back to what you were doing".

So it was pretty much a joke. Not that the lady wasn't nice (she was very nice) and I am not going to take this seriously (I totally am), I mean it was a joke in the sense that the hobbit that the doctor's office keep in the file room MUST have switched my results with someone else's. Alas, I am STILL a gestational diabetic, I STILL have to test my blood 4 times a day until further notice and I STILL have to be very careful in my food choices, even though I already am. The good news is that I now have a better understanding of when and how much of certain foods that I can eat - including ice cream if I so please. BUT I have to watch the portion and of course count that as my 1 carb and 1 fat for that time of day and the serving is only 1/2 cup and I should aim for low fat, sugar or fat free. Did I just lose you? Don't worry. I am not going to get into the diabetic exchanges - that would be soooo boring.

All in all, it was a good meeting. I really like my RD, she still thought I was funny, and I learned a good bit. The nerd in me can't wait to tear into my new book Choose Your Foods: Exchange Lists for Diabetes and read all about proper portion sizes for foods. I wish it came in a pocket version.

The testing has gone well so far, except that I have to prick myself pretty deep to get a good enough blood sample, it's tons of fun. It's almost like a challenge to me though - I can't wait to see my test result pop up and tell me that I was a good girl at my last meal. He's my new buddy (the test meter), I talk to him and tell him how cute he is. He rewards me with perfect glucose levels, I kiss him goodnight and put him back in his case for a nap. The other guy in the case, Mr. Finger Pricker and his friends the lancets, I don't like them as much so I tend to ignore them and try not to piss them off.

1 comment:

Krista said...

See, you are already a good girl, lol! Keep it up!