Tonight, we had pizza for dinner. Pizza is the very worst thing in the world to eat when keeping an eye on carbs. I almost always make one slice into two tiny ones (and they are small!) and I eat those and pretend I am getting two slices of pizza. However, tonight...oh, my! The deer burger and Parmesan cheese and other kinds of cheeses made a delectable blend. And to make it worse, I had an orange and a lot of salad. The salad was ok, I can't eat anything but iceberg lettuces (another odd aging body thing) , so should have filled up on that. But the pizza was better.
Unfortunately, I needed to pay attention to those carbs. For me, if I eat 23 carbs of something (small quaker granola bar) that equals almost 5 units of humalog insulin. I took a lot of insulin this evening. But, not enough. One orange is (according to that most wonderful carb counting place on the net, The Calorie King ) is about 15 carbs. so, 3 units of insulin. Not too bad, if the orange really was a medium and not large. Then, there was pizza. The pizza we had is to be cut into 9 slices (I cut it into more than that.) ONE slice is 55 carbs. I probably had what would be considered as two of their slices, so that makes what? 110 carbs? Divided by 5 is...22 units, plus the orange, making it 27 units....and anything else I may have eaten.
I didn't take enough insulin. Which won't even reach my blood til later. So, yeah. I do watch everything that enters my body. I do make bad choices (donut the other day) and I pay for it somehow. I rarely eat out, which doesn't bother me all that much. Because, the Jack in the Box sandwich is probably about 40 carbs and the curly fries have a little less in the carbs at 29, but it still makes for a pretty expensive carb laden meal. The healthy choices aren't always as good, either. It is enlightening to look at how many carbs are in an item you might regularly eat. It also sucks.
So, please, don't ask me about carbs. I know. And I hate it.