The other evening I went to a cookie exchange that I’ve been a part of for the last 5 years. I baked 9 dozen sugar cookies and did a vanilla glaze icing, hand dipping each cookie. By the end of the baking process I had icing sugar all over my fingers and my taste testers gave big thumbs up for my classic holiday cookie. That night I returned home with the most delicious assortment of cookies and bars ranging from shortbread to homemade Turtles to chewy ginger cookies…and the list goes on. They were all so freaking delicious and there wasn’t a burnt one in the whole mix.
When I have so many treats sitting in my kitchen my brain yells out, ‘try every single cookie!!!’ and I’m so tempted to over indulge and sample a few from each dozen. It’s not the calories so much that stops me as much as the sugar load. Well, the simple sugar and carbohydrates to be exact. While cookie exchanges are seriously awesome, as a type 1 diabetic I struggle with indulging and also having control over my treat intake. I’ve talked about my diabetes in other posts, for a little back story go here: Mama in the City & Diabetes.
After being a type 1 diabetic for 15 years, I’ve learned just how much fast acting insulin I need to take so that I can have a piece of shortbread AND a chocolate cookie. While I can’t throw total caution to the wind and eat up a dozen cookies while lounging on the couch watching Christmas movies (my total dream ha!), I do allow myself to enjoy some treats and in general I judge the cookie. For the most part I look at the size and the ingredients and take about 1 unit of fast acting insulin for every 10 grams of carbohydrates. I also find that being active after having a cookie is perfect and helps to naturally lower my blood sugar.
I’m not perfect and sometimes I misjudge things, but for the most part I’ve got this down. I remember when I was first diagnosed with diabetes and I cried. I felt so sad that my life had to change and that I would need insulin in order to live. It was also Christmastime and I remember feeling sorry for myself that I wouldn’t be able to munch on the treats my older sis would make, or the usual traditional food that I would stuff in my face. After awhile, like a good solid 6 months, I got over it and just accepted that this was the way things were going to be. The routine eventually became my new normal and I adjusted to all of the finger pokes, belly pokes, titrating, mixing, etc, etc. It also helped that at the time I was studying for my nursing degree and I totally got the gross side to uncontrolled diabetes. No thank you. Not for me.
Tonight I will have a cookie and now I have to decide which one will be worth the 1:10. Tough decision as they are all so amazing too!
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Hi! I'm Andrea, a 30 something girl who loves living the downtown lifestyle and didn't want to give it up once I started a family. Mama in the City since 2008 and blogging since 2009!