The food thing is not a big deal for me. I eat food for fuel.
My addictions are coffee and cigarettes, and daydreaming, and writing, and a certain beautiful girl in my life. So cutting carbs is not a crisis.
But.
I don't like to cook. I like fast, easy, on the go kind of food. Give me a bagal with strawberry flavored cream cheese, half a meal in a restaurant while saving the other half for lunch the next day... and I am happy. Macaroni and cheese, toast with butter and a thin slice of ham... you get the idea.
So as I was buying my el cheapo ReliOn meter and testing strips at Wal-Mart (because apparently I need a visit with the diabetes educator before my Dr. will prescribe a meter and test strips that might possibly be covered by my insurance) I browsed food.
I found a wonderful little tray by Oscar Meyer called... ummm. Well. Hang on, I have to go check that. And grab some coffee.
Okay, it's Oscar Meyer Deli Fresh Combinations. You get 8 wheat crackers, 8 little slices of two different meats, and 8 little slices of two different kinds of cheese. And a little bite of chocolate. All for 26 carbs or less.
This is a very nice little convenience food that is good to my blood sugar.
So far >30 seems to be the magic number that keeps me from spiking over 140.
Since I've been measuring, my most shocking spike was 180 after PB&J on Taystee white bread and handful of dried fruit/nut mixture. We won't be buying white bread any more.
I already love nuts and berries and fruits and such, but have I mentioned that I hate vegetables? I like broccoli. I can tolerate corn (but that's high carb, isn't it?) and canned green beans... but I hate all the chewing involved with eating salad. I've had 3 root canals in 3 months. There is an element of fear involved in chewing.
Oh... another significant pain in the ■■■ in my life is that my husband was strongly urged to go on the DASH diet for cholesterol and blood pressure. So while I'm eating all the meats and fats I want... he's staring at me with jealousy and what appears to be outright hatred. (Kidding - he loves me, really).