Success! “I Don’t Like Chocolate Anymore” :)

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Yesterday was rough. Last night I had a conversation with my daughter; we discussed my struggle with junk food. She suggested that I tell myself, “I don’t like chocolate anymore.” I laughed; like it’s that easy. We laughed some more and moved on to another topic.

A few hours later, I started to think about our conversation. Why not try it? I looked in the mirror and I said out loud, “I DON’T like chocolate anymore!” Then, I said it again, and again, and again, three more times. I went to sleep.

Today’s another Day One. I started out with a blood sugar of 116, pre-breakfast, and post-bkfst = 107. As I got dressed, I repeatedly told myself, “I don’t like chocolate anymore.” Calmly, I kept repeatedly saying this to myself. My brain was absorbing these words, and I felt good about it.

Went to the theatre, a matinee, today. On the train, I slipped into a seat with a friend and looked up. Further down on the end wall was a large poster with a picture of a bunch of nuts. (Did you think I was going to say YODELS?) The caption above the picture read, New York is full of nuts!” We laughed, and I told her about my Yodel incident on the train. We were seated at the opposite end of the train, and as we were talking to each other, I had my back to that wall. After a while, I turned and what do you think was next to me, plastered on the wall? A gigantic poster of, yep — a Yodels ad. Bright orange background with two “highly-polished,” cream-filled, chocolate delights, staring right at me. The caption read, “YES, PLEASE. Listen to Your Craving.” We both burst out laughing; I clicked a photo and turned away from it, because — “I don’t like chocolate anymore.”

Look away...
“Torture” on the LIRR

My pre-dinner blood sugar was a beautiful 95. We walked in the city today, so that, in addition to eating the right foods/portions, probably helped to bring it down.

I am one happy lady tonight. 🙂

What Happened to the Travel Posters? :(

What do travel posters have to do with diabetes?

Venice
                           Venice

I’ve been taking the train from my home into the city forever. Usually, I pass the time reading a newspaper or book, but there are those days when I people-watch and peruse the posters/ads on the walls of the trains.

A poster for Air France, splashed across the wall of the train, may have a beautiful photo of the aircraft, along with additional pictures of the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Louvre. As an avid traveler, the photos pull me into my thoughts of Paris and paint a smile across my face. This diversion helps to shorten my trip home.

That’s just one example among many; I’ve traveled, in my mind, to Germany, London, Africa, Russia, thanks to these posters. In addition to the travel posters, there are many regarding health, education, fashion, etc. All of them help to move the clock forward for many a weary passenger.

So imagine my surprise, last Monday, while coming home from a class in the city, I looked up, only to see an enormous poster of a chocolate-covered, cream-filled Yodel! It was dinner time, and I was ravenous. I looked away, as if not looking at it would make the temptation disappear. It was SCREAMING at me, Kathy, I’m over here. Look! I’m right here. Slowly, I glanced at it again, and I thought I might actually cry. Printed at the bottom of the poster was,  “Don’t resist the temptation.”

I scoured the train, looking at every passenger. Satan. He’s here. I know it.

My mouth was watering. The dark, chocolate-covered Yodel was depicted as a shiny treat consisting of fresh, “devils” food chocolate cake, chock full of creamy white joy! My heart was racing, my palms sweaty. I was in pain.

A conversation took place in my brain. WHY would they write that sentence? It’s irresponsible advertising — Don’t they know what they’re doing? Of course they do! If it were a bottle of scotch, would they advise the reader not to resist the temptation? I think not. But then, you never know.

My destination was approaching. I got up, lowering my eyes to avoid viewing the tempting poster, and moved to the exit in the opposite direction. It was calling me. Finally, the doors of the train opened, and I escaped! I ran for my life.

Once off the train, I never looked back. I walked swiftly along the platform and down the stairs to “safety.” My car was a few rows back; I couldn’t wait to get into it. I started the engine, but not before taking a deep breath. I counted my blessings.

Managing diabetes is difficult at best. This post may sound like an exaggeration to the non-diabetic, but to those addicted to sugar, I’ll bet you can relate.  🙂
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