Carb Counting

Learning to Fuel My Body with Type 1 Diabetes.

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Trying to stick to a diet of 8,000 kilojoules a day is hard work.

I know that when I do eat enough to sufficiently fuel my very active body, I don’t feel lousy, exhale air or yawn half as often as I’m used to. I have more energy, focus and enthusiasm to pour into my day. In fact, I’m so focussed on getting those kilojoules into my body that I don’t think think about chocolate or even coffee half as often (no, I am not kidding).

I also know that this 8,000 kilojoules a day business is hard work (have I said that already?). Organising meals and snacks takes time out of my day, even though I am more than capable in the kitchen. It’s been very easy for me to slip back into my old habits of existing on rabbit food until dinner time when I haven’t organised myself in the mornings.

I embarked on this new eating-to-fuel-my-body kick at the end of February, rebounded for some part of March after I got sick and the Cadbury Choc Chip Hot Cross Buns kicked in, and am only just getting back on track in the past week or so.

I first learned about eating to meet my daily energy needs after reading The CSIRO Total Wellbeing Diet and The CSIRO Low Carb Diet last year. Despite it all making perfect sense, putting kilojoule counting into practice on top of carb counting, checking blood sugars and all of those other diabetes tasks felt extremely overwhelming. Thankfully, the smartphone app My Fitness Pal made tracking my kilojoule intake really easy.

The biggest change since I’ve began eating more is increased insulin sensitivity. Which I guess is a good thing, right? It started with unusually easy to manage blood sugars in the evenings after dinner. I would then wake up low during the night, have a glucose tab or two, only to wake up low again a few hours later. Fun times, right?

I’ve dropped my basal rates by about 10% overall, and so far, so good. My biggest challenge is continuing to eat this way so that I can maintain the same sensitivity to insulin.

I’m not really focussed on skewing a particular way with protein, fat or carbohydrate, but do find myself eating more protein than I was before. At the moment I’m honestly just focussing on eating enough, eating well and getting a balance of everything in there.

I find myself eating more significant meals for breakfast and lunch, rather than a slice of toast or a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. Like this amazing Sunday roast of pistachio stuffed chicken breast wrapped in prosciutto that has doubled as Monday lunch.

I embarked on this way of eating for more physical reasons, but the benefits seem to have extended into my diabetes as well.

I have more energy and focus in the short term, and I’m hoping that this will only replicate further in the long run (if I can keep it up!). The increased insulin sensitivity is making blood sugar levels much easier to manage. In the past I’d correct stubborn highs with little or no effect, and override the suggested correction on my pump with a larger bolus. Now, a correction seems far more effective than before.

I get that balancing food and blood sugar levels is no easy feat, but I don’t think I ever truly appreciated just why it is so important to eat.

Four Foods I Cannot Bolus For To Save My Life

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I remember starting off on vague insulin doses of 5 to 10 units at every meal instructed to me by the hospital. Then I saw a diabetes educator, and learned to carb count. Adding up every gram of carb on worksheets supplied by my dietician only led to frustration over why logic was not translating into steady blood sugars. (Of course, little did I know about the gazillion other factors that could affect my blood sugar back then…)

For a few years in the middle, I just swaggered by and thankfully lived to tell the tale.

Fast forward to today where I’m using an insulin pump, carb count nearly everything I eat at home and have a pretty good idea of what most foods that I eat will do to my blood sugars. I know exactly why my blood sugar is high as I’m typing this right now (hello, potato bake with no pre-bolus). Overall, I feel pretty comfortable with being able to eat, give insulin and manage my blood sugar levels today.

That being said, there are still a few select foods that I cannot bolus insulin for if my life depended on it.

Pasta.

If there’s one food that confuses the life out of me, it’s Pasta. You can’t go by what’s on the packet, because most packets only refer to the uncooked weight. Seriously – who in the world eats dry pasta? If you were to make that mistake, I‘d be surprised if you weren’t chugging down litres of coke or making a dash to the emergency room.

Logic tells me that Pasta has around 28% carbs in it. The carb counts in our plates of pasta at home would be huge, because who on earth can only eat 1 cup of pasta? But if I were to give a massive insulin dose for all that carby goodness, I’d be eating glucose tabs for dessert.

All the extended boluses in the world can’t keep me from the Pasta lows, which can only mean that Pasta must be a really really really slowly digested food. These days I tend to settle for bolusing for 50 to 60% of the carbs at the time of the meal, accepting that the remaining 40% of the carbs that have absolutely no effect on my blood sugar whatsoever must be magic.

Soup

If there’s one meal that I despise purely for diabetes reasons, it’s soup. Who on earth can count the carbs in all those lentils, veggies and pastina that have been sitting there in the pot stewing all afternoon?

Then there’s the hassle of attempting to drain all of the liquidy goodness from the soup ladle for the purposes of weighing my plate, and then scooping up only liquid from the pot to add to my dry plate.

Add to this the same principles as pasta – all of those lentils and pastina are really slowly digested and would send me low quite easily. With carb free veggies and meat in the mix, I’ve sort of settled on bolusing for about half the number of carbs I would with Pasta.

Bananas.

Fun fact: I cannot eat a Banana without going low. Which is shit, because I actually happen to like them a lot. I very much look forward to my mid morning coffee and banana, while other times I slice it up to mix in with my Overnight Oats.

Logic tells me that a Banana with skin intact has around 13% carbs in it. But if I were to weigh my banana and bolus that much, I would be low within the hour. I’ve sort of settled on bolusing for around 50 to 60% of the carbs in my bananas, and some days this does the trick while other days it does not.

Steak and chips. Or Pizza. Or any kind of restaurant meal, really…

I have a love hate relationship with pub meals. I love how delicious and mouth watering and salty a steak and chips are, but I absolutely hate the night sweats and resilient high blood sugars that follow in the aftermath.

After learning that restaurant meals tend to be higher in fat to make them more delicious, I tend to set a temporary basal rate increase of 50% on my pump for 8 hours to combat the insulin resistance. I don’t prebolus for anything, given that fat slows down the digestion. I might also bolus for 40 to 50% of the protein in my steak after the meal is over, using a extended bolus over 2 to 3 hours.

Get the insulin in too early, and you go low. Get it in too late, and my blood sugars go up, up, up. It’s definitely a case of hitting the sweet spot.

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Ahh, food and insulin…if only it were as easy as counting the carbs, giving an insulin dose and catching a unicorn 2 hours later.

Food, Glorious Food

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Last night’s OzDOC chat on food was engrossing enough to draw my attention away from the first ten minutes of Australian Survivor, so I’m elaborating on it today.

The dietary advice I first received after my diabetes diagnosis was to eat low fat, high fibre foods that were digested slowly. I was taught to count carbohydrates by my diabetes educator, which eventually faded into regular guesstimates while I was on insulin injections.


I think the most bizarre thing is this idea that we have to eat to avoid going low, rather than adjust insulin! I also hear it from healthcare professionals, and it’s often referenced in diabetes books and magazines. I sometimes wonder if they’re just trying to cover their backs! 

I relied on this advice heavily in the beginning. I religiously sought out foods that were low in fat and had a low glycemic index ranking, regardless of their nutritional value or carbohydrate load. I continued to eat a lot of processed foods that were seemingly healthy – cereals, juices, yoghurts, canned fruit, brown bread, muesli bars – and ridden with hidden sugar! I often remember testing my blood sugar at uni after breakfast, unable to make the connection between a level of 17 and the foods I was eating.

Since I began connecting with other people with diabetes, I’ve read a wide variety of stories and perspectives on food choices. I’ve certainly drawn inspiration here and there, but I don’t really feel that I’ve taken dietary advice from any one source in particular. Ultimately it’s about finding an approach that will make me happy, while achieving the BGLs that I aim for regularly.

In the beginning, I definitely used to shy away from foods that weren’t blood sugar friendly. And when I did eventually cave in and eat them, I would feel super guilty for the numbers that followed. One of my biggest shifts in the past year or so has been having more confidence in working my way around the foods that I want to eat. Carb counting and pre bolusing insulin have been my best assets in these past couple of months. I learn from experience. Over time, I’ve gained a pretty good idea of what effect certain foods will have on my blood sugar levels and how I can work my way around them.

Another big shift has been changing some of my old habits around food. Cutting the sugar out of my coffee and tea was one of the hardest, but most worthwhile ones. Ditto for sugary drinks. I don’t feel so guilty for my three coffees a day anymore! Afternoon snacking still remains my weakness, but I am trying to be a little more prepared these days rather than going back and forth from the cupboard and fridge. I still do eat carbohydrates, but in a lot more moderation and balance than I once did. I don’t shy away from higher fat foods either, especially for nutritional value such as iron or protein.

I still do eat chocolate. And cannoli. And donuts. When I go out for meals, I usually give it my best guess, regularly test and try to enjoy myself.

There’s no right or wrong approach when it comes to diabetes and food. But I know that this food approach is the right one for me at the moment, because it makes me happy and I can achieve the BGLs that I aim for regularly.

Same, Stupid Mistakes

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I wrote this last night, hence the timing may not make any sense if you’re reading this morning.

My blood sugar was a perfect 4.8 when I woke up this morning.

Yet right now, I can taste the sickly residue of skittles that are stuck on my tongue after all of the hypos I’ve treated today.

I wonder where I went wrong today. I wonder where I keep going wrong.

I’m exhausted, just writing this, but I need to get today off my chest.

It was one of the first real winter mornings of the year. I woke up after a comfortable 8 hours sleep. Feeling the early morning chill, I began to prepare one of my favourite winter morning breakfasts – a hot bowl of porridge with half a cup of milk. The sweet smell of Espresso was brewing in the kitchen, as per usual.

36 grams of carbs for my breakfast, a carb ratio of 1 unit for every 6, and I dialled up 6 units on my insulin pen. For a moment, I considered opting for 5 or 5.5 units instead, seeing as I was close to the hypo range. Add to that the fact I would be at work and on my feet shortly, meaning greater insulin sensitivity. I don’t know why I dismissed that thought, but I did. I dismissed it, and went with the full 6 units of insulin instead.

By the time 8.30am rolled around, my blood sugar was 3.9. Three point fucking nine. Fuck diabetes, I thought to myself. Fuck diabetes, I told myself as I reached for the canisters of skittles in my locker and started shoving them into my mouth.

It was the stupidest mistake. I’ve made so many stupid mistakes like these recently that it’s not funny. I should know better. I do know better. Yet I just don’t seem to be thinking clearly. I feel like shooting myself in the foot.

I was in awe of the DOC members yesterday who took part in sharing a #dayofdiabetes on Twitter. I’m in awe of expectant people like Kelley and Kerri who are so diligent with their diabetes. I’m so happy for them, but at the same time I feel like I’m failing. I feel like I can’t even give myself the diligence that I deserve.

It was one of those days where I just had the words fuck diabetes on repeat. I ripped open a bag of Malteasers (which I did share, FYI), because I really couldn’t give a fuck for today. But at the same time, I think to myself, how much longer can I afford to keep saying this?

One of the best things about today was reading this from Brianna.

And learning that she’d never heard of Malteasers. Malt coated chocolate balls, FYI.

DOC friends for the win.

Here’s hoping tomorrow’s a better day.