Pasta, Pizza, and Pie, Oh my!

I absolutely love food. I love fettuccine alfredo, banana cream pie, sourdough bread, and burritos to name a few. I love a lot of foods that are extremely rich in carbs and crave them as I imagine most people often do. For me I get a scent of a sausage and pepperoni pizza cooking in the oven or a whiff of a carne asada burrito ready to be unwrapped and devoured and those foods are ALL. I. CAN. THINK. ABOUT.

For the most part though, that's all it turns out to be for me. Just a thought of something I crave so badly because my brain has trained me to treat these foods like they are the enemy. Don't get me wrong, I love salad, veggies, and meats. I crave those too and fortunately they are much easier to digest in terms of blood sugars, due to their low carbohydrate count. But foods like bread, pasta, pie, and pizza in anything but a very small portion tend to make me feel sick and could potentially send my blood sugars through the roof.

Each time I eat anything, I consider two factors: 1. What is my current blood sugar? and 2. How many carbohydrates am I about to eat? The answers to both of these questions help to figure out how much insulin I will need to keep my blood sugar levels stable. The higher the carb count, the more insulin I require. Foods like pizza, bread, macaroni, etc. have extremely high amounts of carbs, that a lot of the time more than even a quarter of a cup serving makes my blood sugars difficult to manage. Therefore, to avoid sickening high blood sugars I try my very best just to stay away from these choices.


A lot of the time I just feel like screaming and saying, "Screw it! I'm going to eat this enormous serving of pasta and I don't care what happens because it's just too good to pass up." 99.9% of the time I chicken out though and stick to one or two bites of pasta and end up choosing veggies and salad like I probably should. It gets very frustrating though. I look at people devouring the foods I so badly want to stuff my face with once in awhile and selfishly think how jealous I am that those people's bodies are going to end up digesting that pasta just fine while mine has failed to do so.