My Diabetic diet is laden full of temptations and as a diabetic that is paramount to a death sentence, so my solution to this quandary in my diabetes diet, food problem is to avoid it by eliminating said temptation completely from my diabetic diet radar.

My biggest culprits are some unhealthy snacks packed with carbs and sweets that give me highs just thinking about it.

I imagined myself as the terminator, going through my pantry and smashing every last bit of the sultry temptress and tossing it in the garbage in a frenzied effort that my diabetic diet is clearly thanking me for.

I have managed to eliminate the simple carbs from my diet and have been proud of my self lately for being able to go into my refrigerator and grab an apple instead of the box of cookies because it simply wasn’t there anymore but that definitely changed last night when I went to my first Christmas party since started on this path for the diabetes management project

Now when I arrived at the party being thrown by one of my friends, I kinda explained to her that my diabetic diet  was not gonna allow me to eat any foods that had carbs, since most of the meals were made from simple carbs and I just wasn’t taking the risk. She is a good friend so she knows that I am diabetic and I assumed she understood why.

At first I was early and helping out a bit so I was distracted and meanwhile Instead of a snack I just went ahead and got myself a little bowl of traditionally made beans which was part of a recipe she was making and that was able to hold me for while but boy did things get worse when the other guests started arriving and she had to put out all the other foods that had me salivating and ready to throw my diabetic diet out of the window.

Temptation is a tough thing to overcome I have to say, all the Jedi Mind tricks in the world would not get me to stare away from all the pastries and sweets that were laid out. It might have been easier if I would have been able to step away but since her’s is a small apartment, I just could not escape the aroma and every corner I ran to hide still had the food in the line of sight so Ignoring it was Impossible.

It was Two Hours later, and my mind was busy telling me how just one piece would not kill me, I just could not take it any more and I reached for one piece and then another and then another, and by then it was surely too late so another wouldn’t kill me and down the rabbit hole I went with my diabetic diet in tow trying to drag me back to no avail.

By the time my succumbing to this temptation was over, I had thrown away everything I had worked so hard to build up in the last couple of weeks, my diabetic diet was in ruins and  the guilt started gnawing at me, for an instant, the thought of sticking fingers down my throat was quickly creeping in.

Tomorrow at the gym, I will work all this off, call it a hiccup and get my diabetic diet back, I kept telling myself over and over again, the rationale of someone with nothing left to explain himself and the fact that this was well before dinner did not escape me as well.

There is something about being the only guy in the room full of females that makes you look like a wuss when someone announces that you are on a diet even if its a diabetic diet for that matter.

Now I am 5’9” and 200 pounds so it is not as if I look like I need to be on a special diabetic diet in the first place but my friend took it upon herself to announce to everyone during dinner how I was on a diabetic diet that consisted of me not eating carbs and for A weird reason every guy at this party was in another room at this particular moment.

All the stares and side glances was by no means going to help my situation and my hasty I am a diabetic on a diabetic diet speech especially since I had just wolfed down enough carbs to give an elephant a case of the highs came out lamer than the WMD debates. Maybe If I hadn’t   nuked my diabetic diet into oblivion then it would have been a far different story.

I could only manage a stammer about how certain foods especially carbs are hazardous for a diabetic but I could see the wow factor I usually get from my diabetes horror stories had escaped from the room like an inflating balloon.

As I crank away on the bike this morning for the extra  hour, thanks to my diabetic diet temptations and my weaknesses I can’t help but wonder about how last night was a text book metaphor for a lack of self control because I wouldn’t be here paddling last night’s not  my finest hour events out of my mind.

In a few days, my diabetic diet will recover and move on to greater heights because I choose to use this as inspiration. So goes the merry go round that is the diabetes management project and  hopefully this time I will help my diabetic diet to stick and fight away the temptations better.