I have a bit of worldly wisdom that I cite from time to time. I tell my wife, “The cook is not my nutricianist,” meaning that I can pick what I want to eat and I don’t have to eat something simply because the cook put it on the plate.
There needs to be another aphorism for Diet Coke. Something like, “The waiter is not treating my diabetes.”
Yes, I ordered Diet Coke to go with a blue cheese burger that I was going to eat only the insides of. I got home and I was 204, so I used 6 units of Humalog, I walked around the block to aid absorption, and I checked again. I was 224! I went up!
I used 6 more units of Humalog and walked around the block again. Checking once more, I was 236 ! I used 6 units of Humalog. My wife went to bed and I walked around the block again. Finally my numbers came down. I nibbled two crackers and I was fine. It was 3am.
Obviously, the careless waiter had given me sugared Coke. Grrrrr ! The new mantra holds. “The waiter is not treating my diabetes.” Indeed he is not!