Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Lynn and I had dinner together recently.  Lynn is adapting to pre-diabetes changes in her metabolism and she's doing a great job.  She's doing everything right.  She counts her carbs.  She lost weight.  She walks nearly every day.   We went to an Ethiopian restaurant.  I love  Ethiopian food, but it cannot be found in many cities in the US.  I hadn't has it in years.  Lynn, being the considerate person she is, agreed to indulge me.

Ethiopian food had some T2D friendly choices:  kitfo, a spicy beef dish; vegetable choices, like collard greens; and an assortment of stews.  The foods are served on injera, a spongy pancake made from teff flour.  Teff is an ancient grain that is ground and used like wheat with injera on the side.  Injera is also your eating utensil.  You break off a piece of injera, and use it to pick up mouthfuls of food.  So good.

Lynn did the smart thing.  She asked for a fork.  I did the dumb thing and ate with injera.  Lots of it.   Afterward, we went for a walk, stop in at a coffee shop where I measured my blood sugar.  It was shockingly high, high enough that we sat, drank coffee and water and talked a good long time with me injecting fast acting insulin to bring my blood sugar down.

I should have asked for a fork.  I ordered kitfo and collard greens.  Excellent choices.  I can pat myself on the back there.  My hot desire for injera overwhelmed my good judgement.  Next time, I will ask for a fork.