Moments Away from a Sugar Binge

Well, it's been two weeks now since I diagnosed myself with gestational diabetes, and I have to say that I've been doing a good job of following my low-carb diet and exercising after meals.

The only problem is that I still have five months to go, and I am already on the verge of falling off the wagon.

Before I head off on a sugar binge, though, I thought I'd pause and write a little bit about what's tempting me.

A few days ago I went into our local COBS Bread to buy a seedy low-carb loaf of bread that I would actually be able to eat more than half a slice of. I've visited this bakery before with no ill effects, but this time I left with severe cravings for "Apricot Delight" (a bread they make that is LOADED with dried apricots and raisins--or in other words, SUGAR). I could not get the smell of freshly cooked bread out of my nose, and I have seriously been dreaming of pastries, pizza rolls, and hot cross buns every night.

 

When I wake up, it's a different craving that plagues me. Every morning--when I am not diabetic--I drink a glass of orange juice. This is to me as a cup of coffee is to many of my non-LDS counterparts. I need my glass of orange juice--it's what gets me out of bed in the morning and helps me through the day. I never drink more than one glass, and I don't crave it at any other time of day. I just love my morning juice. Now, I can have half an orange but no juice. It's rough.

 

And then there's chocolate. I've always been a chocolate lover--not over-doing it, of course, but enjoying at least a little bit every day or so. Now I can only have a tiny taste every now and then. I've made up for this by buying lots of chocolate for Ben and Janae's Easter baskets--it's as though I'm planning to live vicariously through them on that special chocolatey day. But I'm not sure it's going to work.

 

As for the break down I'm on the verge of, don't worry too much. The most concentrated form of sugar I actually have in the house (besides the Easter treats, which I honestly would never touch, and a little bit of jam or pancake syrup) is a box of Peak Freans Digestive Biscuits. Yes, they're chocolate covered, but they don't have much sugar--and I am actually ALLOWED to have two as a snack if I like. The box is less than half full, too.

 

Of course, the thought of doing any harm to my little baby should be enough to keep me in line, but sometimes I'm not sure how I'll be able to resist such strong and persistent temptations. Anyway, off I go for another piece of peanut butter toast. . . .