Last week we went on a long awaited trip to Italy. The trip was a family success, but a blood sugar disaster. I love Italy but it seems my body, or at least my pancreas, doesn’t feel the same way.
I knew ahead of time that when visiting the land of pizza, pasta and gelato, I wouldn’t be able to follow my usual rule of travel, which is eat no carbs. I thought I would just taste a little bit of the kids’ pizza and pasta, but stick to my usual protein based diet of eating meat and fish most of the time.
My plan failed. It failed because it wasn’t easy finding meat and fish while on the road with little kids (especially when they want to eat pizza and pasta all day long) and because the pizza and pasta were so good, it was hard to say no. And weirdly, although I wasn’t feeling so good with blood sugar in the 300’s, I didn’t care.
Usually seeing a number like that would make me crazy. But I didn’t stress. I simply decided that I would do my best to balance out the pizza, taking much more insulin than usual and trying to eat other things, too. I was not going to beat myself up over my lack of control. It was like taking a little vacation from diabetes. Not that having roller coaster blood sugars is easy, but I enjoyed myself. (Don’t worry, I didn’t go as far as tasting gelato).
I’m back home now and back to my usual diet and running. I’ve signed up for the Tiberias marathon again (this will be my 4th) and am trying to get my back in shape.