OK, for my fantasy, all calories will also be suspended for one day. ;0)
First of all, ditto on the walking barefoot outside -- even in February, I'd love to run down to Shilshole Beach and feel sand squish between my toes. Then I'd go up to the top of Golden Gardens -- or maybe over to one of the golf courses -- and just walk around feeling the grass tickle my toes.
Then I'd go for a swim without my pool shoes or ear drops and not worry about getting skin infections or ear infections. Just alternate between the pool and the hot tub, and run barefoot into the showers and locker room and sauna with no foot-care worries.
After my beach and pool activities, I'd wander over to Red Mill for a burger, fries and a hand-made shake -- just real, good old-fashioned American food like my grandmother used to serve at her cafe when I was a kid.
Then I'd go get a pedicure -- again, not worrying about a stranger handling my feet and possibly nicking my toes or giving me a dangerous infection. I'd get cherry-red toe polish and walk around window-shopping downtown in strappy sandals showing off my fancy toes and giving no thought to glass or splinters on the sidewalk.
In the early evening I'd flip a coin and decide between Jambalaya or Crawfish Étouffée at the New Orleans Creole Restaurant, with Bananas Foster and café au lait for dessert.
I'd stop on my way home to stare at the moon with unblurry vision -- a first in a very long time -- and probably cry because it would be so pretty.
Safely back home, I'd put my feet up and admire my toes while watching a movie, snacking on a handful of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts and sipping an Amaretto and cream. Before the clock struck midnight, I'd sigh with contentment, fulling savoring that I didn't have to weigh, measure, count, calculate, test, inject, log or do anything else diabetes-related for an entire day -- all with zero guilt and zero fear. Heaven.