I was hoping to be a bit more vigilant about counting carbs this week; however, our friend Rich is staying with us for the remainder of the week. He will be flying to Albuquerque on February 16th, where he is going to live with his girlfriend. We all wish him the best--a lot of really cool poet friends of ours live out there, and he's hoping to make their slam team.
What does all of this have to do with carbs?
Rich decided he wanted to cook for us, so he made jambalaya. It was excellent, but do I know what I ate? Noooo. Do I really care right now?
Let me be honest.
Noooo, I do not. I'll keep an eye on my blood sugar and correct as best I can, but you know what? Sometimes it means more to celebrate the good times you've had with a good friend before he moves away than to worry about the numbers. The numbers will always be there, and while Rich will always "be there" for us, he's not going to be HERE for much longer.
I'm sure there is a naysayer or two out there who would just love to chide me, either for my obvious disregard of diabetes protocol or what sounds like plain old laziness on my part, but I just don't care right now.
I always have my diabetes in mind, but sometimes, there are bigger things to be dealt with. Now I promise to make an attempt to properly count the carbs in the cheesecake that Nigel brought home for dessert, but if it's not perfect, so what?
I think we all deserve to let ourselves just be a friend once in a while, instead of a diabetic friend.