T Minus Two Type Two Diabetes and Other Passions


More Than One Kind of Healthy Food

Several statements of possibly dubious veracity:

  1. Nutritious food that's rotting in the refrigerator is not healthy food.
  2. While a pattern of emotional eating is dangerous, sometimes the heart needs to be fed, too.
  3. A meal of iffy nutritional value is much less healthy if it's eaten with guilt.
  4. A bologna sandwich at home is healthier than General Tso's chicken and eggrolls at a restaurant.
  5. There's victory in doing the best you can, even when it looks like failure.

The depressive episode I've been dealing with lately has eased some and is now manageable.  By 'manageable' I mean that I'm fairly functional again (which wasn't entirely the case for about ten days there), but I have to pay pretty close attention to reduce the danger of mood swings getting out of hand. I can't prevent the mood swings, but I can often moderate their severity.

This morning, in preparation for what I thought was going to be a grocery store trip, I had to throw out a fair amount of food that would have been healthy and nutritious had I eaten it in time. But, I haven't been eating like that. I've lacked the energy for cooking, and the things I'd have cooked with that food haven't really sounded good anyway. I've fallen back into eating out too much, partly out of lack of energy and partly for the sense of treating myself. Clearing out the spoiling food felt lousy, but there was also a sense of facing reality that felt good. You can't move forward from where you wish you were, you can only move forward from where you are.

What have I wanted to eat? What has really sounded good? What has my heart been calling for? Sandwiches. Sandwiches like I was raised on, sandwiches  that constitute my clearest food memories from childhood. So, for a while, I'm going to give in and live on sandwiches. (Thank goodness for  those 'sandwich thin' thingies to keep these sandwiches from becoming a carb disaster.) And, I'm going to congratulate myself as I eat my sandwiches that I'm eating the food that, for right now, is in fact health food.

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  1. A smart person once told me that she eats 80% for her body and 20% for her soul. I suspect we each have our own equation for balance there. But I think you’re on to something here.

  2. My meatloaf sandwich on the PF 9 carbs per slice was yummy! And yes, the bread is thin and airy but… it’s a sandwich!

  3. I love the way your “statements of possibly dubious veracity” read!! As Scott Johnson notes, I think some percentage of what is eaten isn’t for nutritional value per se, but for the “soul” which is why substitutes seldom seem to satisfy completely. When all is said and done, living with any chronic disease is not necessarily about adherence to a treatment plan, but in coping with the never-ending nature of said treatment plan. As for #5 victory in doing the best you can, even when it looks like failure, if only more doctors and public health authorities would come to that realization. Managing a chronic illness is more than a number called glycosated hemoglobin. Anyone who measures success by that alone is not qualified to “practice” medicine anywhere near me!!

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