Yesterday I tweeted the following:
Yes, I know an apple muffin is not a serving of fruit. I know I need to eat a better lunch, complete with some protein and vegetables. I even tried to talk myself into a fresh apple topped with peanut butter instead, but my craving vetoed the idea. So I caved.
It wasn’t even a home-made muffin either. It was a ginormous bakery muffin from the grocery store. It was delicious and it was just what I wanted. But . . . . you guessed it. I was high all afternoon. It took several corrections to get back into range. In the end, it probably wasn’t worth it.
I think (and hope) it’s normal for everyone to give in to a craving now and again, even when we know better. But I can’t help but wonder what that feels like for someone without diabetes. I bet they enjoy it a whole lot more.