You know those dreams where you wake up and it still seems real? Those dreams where you are disappointed to wake up? I had one of those dreams just before the alarm when off this morning.
In my dream, Pete and I had slept over at my parents house. (That is the first clue that it was a dream and not real. You see, my parents only live two miles away, so no matter what, we can always make the trip back home.) Anyway, in the dream, I was just waking up and my mom was making breakfast. I found myself trying to figure out the proper bolus for what she was serving. I was also trying to figure out just how many calories this breakfast would cost me and how to plan it into my day. What was this breakfast??
Toasted French baguette smothered in Nutella. I swear, my butt got bigger and my blood sugar spiked just from dreaming about it!
And no, the protein bar that I ate for my real-life, fully awake breakfast just didn't measure up.