Oh, too bad it's so far & so expensive--bummer. How close are you to Dublin? Tim & I were in Ireland 4 years ago, but we never made it to NI. Loved Ireland! We had an incredible time. Hope to go back some day.
On ice, I was one of the kids clinging to rail on the perimeter. I'd venture out a little, ankles would cave in & I'd be on my ass waiting for a kind soul to help me back up. Pure humiliation:)
The pumpkin pie desert is from Dr. Bernstein's book. It was great, though I had to increase the ingredients a bit because it didn't fill the pie plate. Kind of more like a mousse than the traditional dense American pumpkin pie. Instead of flour for crust, it had ground pecans mixed with melted butter--rich! The filling was pumpkin, heavy cream, a couple of eggs & spices (cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice) mixed together & baked. I use Stevia for sweetening. Really easy & fast. Best of all--low carb. I could have eaten the whole thing, but a slice was yummy enough to satisfy me.
A suicide paper--how uplifting. I had a job years ago as the director of the volunteer program that was part of a 24-hour mental health crisis intervention center. Though we didn't deal with as many attempted suicides as people thought, I had to learn a lot about suicide.
Hoping you can have another fun weekend & can plan another visit soon! Is it terribly far?
You are definitely loved! Knew you'd be the highlight:)
Guess we're sisters on the ice. Proud that you did it even though you're not good at it. I'd never have the nerve to show anyone what a cluck I am on skates. Yea, I was cute in my outfit, but a joke to have such a costume & suck at the sport. I wanted to be one of those girls in the middle of the rink who can do anything on skates. They always had those ensembles. HA--so not me at all. I should have waited to see if I was any good first before begging for red velvet skirt.
Can understand your mom's worry about you skating. I never thought once in my life about my feet before being diagnosed. I went barefoot everywhere & had feet like a Hobbit. I got tired fast of having my feet checked twice a day when I was in the hospital. What could happen stuck in bed & only getting up to go the bathroom? Wanted to tell them to leave my feet alone. Had I known, I would have had a pedicure beforehand.
Thanksgiving is fun. Holiday of total gluttony (& a carb counting nightmare). Other than the turkey, everything else is hugely over the top in carbs--mashed potatoes or yams, gravy, cranberry sauce, bread stuffing (my favorite!), veggie casseroles & tons of desserts. I made dessert so I could keep it low carb & still eat something yummy. Was really surprised at how yummy it was. I also brought a spinach pie & salad. Though I couldn't eat any of the cranberry, I made it because Tim loves my cranberry relish. I was so afraid I'd overdo eating that I dosed a bit too much & also took my friend's dog for a mile walk.
Of course, Thanksgiving really is another American hypocrisy that is really celebrating the colonization & genocide of the native people by a bunch of religious fantics. Pretending gratitude for these same native people who were kind enough not to let you starve to death --not terribly good.
About my recent diagnosis--everyone who's diabetic pretty much carb counts here in the US. As soon as I was well enough, they sent the dietician to my hospital room with hand-outs.
Have a fabulous weekend & lots of hugs being sent your way!
Am so happy your weekend was fantastic! Sounds fabulous, even having to endure a heavy metal concert. Anything & everything is fun when shared with good friends. Bet you were the highlight--what a cool suprise for your friend. Ooo, ice skating. What fun! I so wanted to be a good skater when I was a kid. I had those pretty white figure skating skates with red fur (eeek!) pom-poms with bells. My grandmother, who could sew anything, made me a red short skirt & matching white & red hat. Thank heavens there are no photos of me in this get-up! I was all decked out, but I couldn't skate worth a damn. My ankles wouldn't hold me up. Weak ankles don't cut it on the ice. I spent more time on my ass than on my feet. Solution--boy's black racing skates. No way! Now I wouldn't care, but as a little girl this was a huge embarassment. So, I stuck to roller skating as a kid.
Glad to know you got to partake of the cake. Looks heavenly in the photo.
I'm doing fine--thanks for asking. Getting ready for Thanksgiving on Thurs & my first as a diabetic. Should be interesting. I've spent the last zillion Thanksgivings just eating the veggie part of the meal.
HI THERE! How are you doing today Bronagh? I hope you have had a wonderful and bright day even though it is dull and gray in Ireland at the moment. My parents visited Dublin and spent most of their time around the Dingle Peninsula both times they visited your country; they always went in July or August. My fahter's family originally came to America from Ireland, and we have traced them back to the Kerry County area of Ireland and around the Derry Peninsula. My father is very proud of his heritage; he wants to possibly move to Ireland if he gets tired of the way things are getting to be here in America, politically that is. Have a great day, Lass!
You'd think that people who are vegetarians would have some respect for the food choices of others. Thanks for the compliment about now eating meat, but I didn't have a choice. No way could I eat the rice, beans, rice, veggies & noodles I did before. I truly don't see how anyone can be a vegetarian or vegan diabetic & have much control. Even as a kid, I didn't care for meat & always ate my veggies first. The first time I had to eat animal protein I thought I was going to be ill--the smell, sight, everything about it.
I've written Niria several times & don't hear back. Am worried her eyes may not be allowing this. I used to have her son's email address, but I've lost it. Since I don't speak Portuguese & her son doesn't speak much English, it's a moot point. I used to use an on-line translator because it always came out hilarious. NIria would howl at how bad the translator was.
Now, you've got me in jitters along with you about the upcoming trip. I'm having sympathy butterflies in my stomach:)
You rant all you like! I've never understood people pressing food on others when it's something they can't/shouldn't eat. Annoying as hell when someone tells us what we shouldn't eat, but at least we can assume it's because they care (or are just being bossy!). But what's with the opposite? I often wonder if it's because they feel guilty indulging & want everyone to indulge with them. They wouldn't tell an alcoholic that just one drink was ok. Having diabetes isn't like being on a diet where you can cheat & just make up for the next day. Hard to get pressure from friends--sorry to hear this. I haven't encountered that. Maybe it's because before I was diagnosed I was a vegetarian. My friends are used to me eating differently from them. I can't eat vegetarian any more--too high carb & had to start eating meat after decades of not. Made me ill at first.
Long story on how I met Niria. She's an incredible person & I miss her very much. The strange thing is that I haven't heard from her since I was diagnosed, so we've never shared anything about being diabetic together. Complications scare me witless, too.
I'd say try not to be nervous about your trip, but what useless advice that would be!
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On ice, I was one of the kids clinging to rail on the perimeter. I'd venture out a little, ankles would cave in & I'd be on my ass waiting for a kind soul to help me back up. Pure humiliation:)
The pumpkin pie desert is from Dr. Bernstein's book. It was great, though I had to increase the ingredients a bit because it didn't fill the pie plate. Kind of more like a mousse than the traditional dense American pumpkin pie. Instead of flour for crust, it had ground pecans mixed with melted butter--rich! The filling was pumpkin, heavy cream, a couple of eggs & spices (cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice) mixed together & baked. I use Stevia for sweetening. Really easy & fast. Best of all--low carb. I could have eaten the whole thing, but a slice was yummy enough to satisfy me.
A suicide paper--how uplifting. I had a job years ago as the director of the volunteer program that was part of a 24-hour mental health crisis intervention center. Though we didn't deal with as many attempted suicides as people thought, I had to learn a lot about suicide.
You are definitely loved! Knew you'd be the highlight:)
Guess we're sisters on the ice. Proud that you did it even though you're not good at it. I'd never have the nerve to show anyone what a cluck I am on skates. Yea, I was cute in my outfit, but a joke to have such a costume & suck at the sport. I wanted to be one of those girls in the middle of the rink who can do anything on skates. They always had those ensembles. HA--so not me at all. I should have waited to see if I was any good first before begging for red velvet skirt.
Can understand your mom's worry about you skating. I never thought once in my life about my feet before being diagnosed. I went barefoot everywhere & had feet like a Hobbit. I got tired fast of having my feet checked twice a day when I was in the hospital. What could happen stuck in bed & only getting up to go the bathroom? Wanted to tell them to leave my feet alone. Had I known, I would have had a pedicure beforehand.
Thanksgiving is fun. Holiday of total gluttony (& a carb counting nightmare). Other than the turkey, everything else is hugely over the top in carbs--mashed potatoes or yams, gravy, cranberry sauce, bread stuffing (my favorite!), veggie casseroles & tons of desserts. I made dessert so I could keep it low carb & still eat something yummy. Was really surprised at how yummy it was. I also brought a spinach pie & salad. Though I couldn't eat any of the cranberry, I made it because Tim loves my cranberry relish. I was so afraid I'd overdo eating that I dosed a bit too much & also took my friend's dog for a mile walk.
Of course, Thanksgiving really is another American hypocrisy that is really celebrating the colonization & genocide of the native people by a bunch of religious fantics. Pretending gratitude for these same native people who were kind enough not to let you starve to death --not terribly good.
About my recent diagnosis--everyone who's diabetic pretty much carb counts here in the US. As soon as I was well enough, they sent the dietician to my hospital room with hand-outs.
Have a fabulous weekend & lots of hugs being sent your way!
Glad to know you got to partake of the cake. Looks heavenly in the photo.
I'm doing fine--thanks for asking. Getting ready for Thanksgiving on Thurs & my first as a diabetic. Should be interesting. I've spent the last zillion Thanksgivings just eating the veggie part of the meal.
Dare I ask--anything new on the pump?
Lots of hugs!
I've written Niria several times & don't hear back. Am worried her eyes may not be allowing this. I used to have her son's email address, but I've lost it. Since I don't speak Portuguese & her son doesn't speak much English, it's a moot point. I used to use an on-line translator because it always came out hilarious. NIria would howl at how bad the translator was.
Now, you've got me in jitters along with you about the upcoming trip. I'm having sympathy butterflies in my stomach:)
Hang tight--I'm sending hugs to help you through.
Long story on how I met Niria. She's an incredible person & I miss her very much. The strange thing is that I haven't heard from her since I was diagnosed, so we've never shared anything about being diabetic together. Complications scare me witless, too.
I'd say try not to be nervous about your trip, but what useless advice that would be!
Lots 'o hugs back to you.
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