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??
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And no, the protein bar that I ate for my real-life, fully awake breakfast just didn't measure up.
These days, I don’t even keep Nutella in my pantry. Don’t get me wrong, I still love it, but I’m much better off not having that temptation around the house. Instead I keep organic dark chocolate peanut butter on hand for a little spoonful treat that is hopefully a bit more healthy.
I'm ashamed to admit that our son gets Nutella pretty regularly. Beats processed cereal, at least!
ReplyDeleteI also love Nutella.It puts my bloodsugar into outerspace. I have returned to plain peanut butter. Much more manageable.
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