How are you this morning? I adore you. I adore you even more during this steamy summer when it’s too hot to even think about stepping near the stove. We had a little fling last evening, when I returned home from BlogHer completely exhausted. I think we can agree I showed you just how much I love you last night.
But every relationship has it’s rocky parts. And ours is no exception. There is something I need that you just aren’t giving me. I think you know what I’m talking about. Remember last night, after our little tryst, when I got hit with that bad low?
I Need Carb Counts!!
That’s right. I said it. I need carb counts. And I don’t really think I’m asking too much. After all, I’m beginning to see calorie counts popping up on many menus. If you can post calories, I don’t see why you can’t post carbs.
Honestly, calorie counts are nice to see, but they really don’t do much for me or my diabetes-pals. It’s the carbs that make us squeal. It’s the carb information that can make the difference between a wonderful evening out at a restaurant and an aggravating evening trying to keep blood sugars from crashing or fighting to get stubborn highs back into range. Either of these scenarios could likely be avoided if you just give us some guidance on the carb counts.
Oh dear restaurants, we’ve had a long history and I see many more tête-à-têtes in our future. So please, please, help a girl out and give me the low-down on your carbs. It will show me you care and could save me a world of hurt.