I win, the cake loses.
In an attempt to lower blood sugars that have been continued to make me sigh and cry, I decided enough was enough – I needed to lower my threshold. While an upper limit of 130 grams of carbohydrates was certainly fine before the whole illness and surgery crud, it isn’t now. So, down to 60-100 carbs per day.
Today was day #7.
And my favorite co-worker, also known as co-worker A, brought in leftover German chocolate cake. One of my favorites. And so I tweeted about the internal struggle over low-carb vs. German chocolate cake. (Her twitter name has been protected for both our sakes.)
I am not going to touch the German chocolate cake that co-worker A brought in. Nope. I will not. Really. (about 8 hours ago from web)
Making another valiant attempt to fight off the carb cravings today. (about 7 hours ago from web)
Rachel 1, co-worker A’s German Chocolate Cake 0. (about 6 hours ago from web)
Solid. Solid like a rock. That’s me against the dreaded German chocolate cake. Less than an hour before co-worker A takes it away. (about 5 hours ago from web)
Sugar-Free Dark Chocolate Jello Pudding. 11 g carb, much better choice than co-worker A’s German chocolate cake with a bazillion carbs. (about 4 hours ago from web)
That’s right. I fought off the urge.
Now if only I’d see a difference on the meter when it comes to blood sugar readings.