Peanut butter is one thing that likes to mess with me big time. I don't hit over 180 on it but it jumps all over with me. So I gave up on it. To answer angivan I don't take anything now. Doctor and DE took me off Metformin back in February and have been keeping an eye on me. I keep daily reads on a spread sheet and turn into DE at end of month. Tell me I'm doing very well on what I'm doing with my diet and exercise. She's told me that even when I'm outside of what I consider to be a normal range for me I'm still doing very good. She laughed when I told her about my cinnamon rolls adventures and that of my pizzas. Told me to lay off of them but otherwise she and doctor were very pleased. My dietitian laughed and asked me if I was going to do that again. Told him certainly not those cinnamon rolls. :) Ah but those glazed rolls sure did taste so good. For some reason they decided they didn't like me. Don't know why, I loved them. ;)
My daily, weekly, monthly averages on the meter varies accordingly. But I do try to watch the carb intake. I was givien a 'meal plan' by the dietitian and he had told me I could do the 45-65 range but I've noticed that usually I'm below that. I'll average about thirty something per meal. Sometimes I might hit that 45 and a little over but it's usually under. I'm also watching my weight at same time so I try to really watch the carbs and portions. When I was dx as type2 in 2012 I was 229lbs. I've dropped down to 169. Wife was worried and didn't want me to go lower. I actually think that's where I'm peaked out for a low anyways. I'm hanging between 169-172. As long as I'm in that range I'm happy. I know I'd never go below that. Heck that's even lower than before I retired from the Air Force. My max then to stay off the 'fatboy'progam and out of trouble was 194. I hovered around 192 and that was what I weighed when I retired. So for me to be this low really amazes my wife and myself. She was taking in the waist of my pants all the time and I would still take them off with the belt buckled and the pants zipped up and buttoned. I'm now wearing a size 31-32 depending on the brand and style. I had gone up to a 40 or one of those 38's with the waist stretchers in them(know wnat I mean?). Wife tells me if I lose any more that on Date Days she's not going to walk beside me. That she'll go her way and me mine. Said I'll be too skinny for her to be seen with. :(
I know I'm going to take some heat from some of you for the followin remark but it's true. Here goes:
I celebrate two anniversarys/birthdays every years. The reason I'm saying this is that the day I was dx I was given a new start also. I had to really put my life in focus and make up my mind to either go with the ride or sit it out. I decided to go with the ride. So, the minute I made that decision was a new birth date for me. Aniversary comes in on each year of that date. Took awhile for the wife to grasp what I meant by that remark. Yes, I'm screwed with this. I'll have to always watch what I do, what and how much I put on a plate. But because of the dx I was given a new start. It might and probably will hit the fan later down the road but at least I'll give the best shot of it. So I'll celebrate both birthdays and anniversaries every year.
I remember how when I was dx my wife got mad at me. Reason? Not what you think about the food or anything like that. When I'm nervous or scared of something I'll crack jokes. So when I had seen the doctor and he gave me the 'news' she wanted to know what happend. Told her I'd let her know when I got home. Just like he wouldn't tell me over the phone I wasn't going to let her know that way either. When I got home I started cracking jokes when I told her about being diabetic. She didn't see anything funny and got real peed at me. I had to remind her that I was scared and nervious also. That it runs in the family and all I ever heard was the nightmare stuff about it(that was before I actually started learning about this thing of ours). I reminded her that joking was my way of relieving the stress and worry of things. Should had seen me when I went in for a prostrate procedure. Nurse and the guy with the drugs were rolling. Know those people behind the curtains beside and in front of me must had thought I was nuts to be joking around before having something done to me. But that's the way I am. Had my brothers laughing at mama's funeral a few years back. :)
But when she finally got over being peed at me she got scared. So here I am trying to calm two of us down. And of course all of her friends are telling her the various things for me to do. For instance one was to take all these different fruits and put them into a blender and drink the juices. Told her that was the worst thing I could be doing. She said that it should be healthy because it's fruit. I told her that fruit also has it's natural sugars. That when I eat fruit it must be small in size and portions depending on what it was. We both went through a big learning curve and that is something that is never ending.