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Gestational Diabetes: Tips and Tricks for Still Eating How You Want

OK, disclaimer time: I am not a doctor, blah blah blah. Everybody’s body is different. Everybody processes sugar differently, and different types of carbs differently. My numbers are still pretty low at 31 weeks, and I know some people who cannot even look at pizza without getting blood sugar in the 300s, while I ate a few pieces and got a 136 — still not in my ideal range, but not awful. So don’t take this as the end all and be all replacement for good, sound nutritional advice such as the type you’ll get from a registered diabetes nurse upon diagnosis.

But I’m here to tell you, eating like a diabetic is not that bad.

I outlined my meal plan back here, but the only things that are different from how I normally eat are:

1. I can’t have fruit, juice, milk, yogurt or anything sugary (like most cereals) for breakfast.

2. I can’t have same as above anytime after dinner. The reasons for 1 and 2 are that insulin resistance is higher in the mornings and evenings, so this extra-sugary stuff might spike me higher at these hours than others. That being said, I’ve read diabetics recommending oatmeal with apples and shit for breakfast, and you could certainly try it, but I’m not willing to risk the high numbers because it’ll make me cry and feel like a failure.

3. I can’t have a candy bar or most anything from the Starbucks pastry case or a cheggnog (which is my favorite thing ever, but whatever) or a huge piece of cake just whenever the hell I want.

3a. 3 sort of does not apply as long as I

  • Look at how many carbs are in what I’m eating and adjust for what meal or snack I’m eating this treat for, so like if I want a bagel at 3 p.m. I can have a quarter of a bagel. Which is barely worth it and might end up spiking me anyway.

4. I have to pay attention to what I’m eating and make sure I’m getting enough of what I’m supposed to and not too much of what I’m not.

5. I have to force myself to eat more carbs than I normally would at lunch and dinner.

6. I have to force myself to have an intentional, scheduled, carefully portioned evening snack rather than just eating half a pint of Ben and Jerry’s while I catch up on reruns.

All in all, honestly not bad.

The thing is, depriving yourself and counting calories and feeling hungry while pregnant feels so unnatural. All anybody ever said to me for the first 29 weeks when I’d sheepishly order a milkshake IN ADDITION TO the full-sugar soda that came with my McDonald’s meal, or ate two doughnuts after breakfast, was, “Eat up girl! You’re pregnant!” And now all of a sudden it’s like, “We need to hide the cake from her.”

But I’m only about a week into this thang, and I’ve discovered a few tricks.

  • Whole grain anything is better than white, refined of same. If I want rice, I eat brown rice (it’s gross, but I just mix it up with whatever I’m having and it’s tolerable). I have half a whole-grain English muffin with peanut butter and a cottage cheese for breakfast. A slice of whole grain bread with butter and a scrambled egg. A whole grain pita or flatbread with my afternoon snack. I haven’t really done much testing to see if the whole-grain versus white bread changes my blood sugar, but it makes me feel better about myself and is better for me anyway, and many diabetics have reported that brown stuff keeps their sugars in check better than white stuff. Plus I can still get all carb-y without feeling like I just ate half a French bread baguette or half a cookie sheet full of Pillsbury croissants (not that I’ve ever done that).
  • A protein shake before a food splurge goes a long way. An Internet friend who also had GD gave me this trick, and so far, it really seems to work. At the very least, when I get home from work and am so starving I want to eat my dog and still need to wait through a 20 to 45-minute cooking session before eating, a protein shake will fill me up quickly without impacting my blood sugar. Protein acts as a stabilizer, so it’s good to pair with carbs. I like the Atkins Advantage shakes that have 2g of net carbs — the Dark Chocolate Royale ones are the best ever. I also tried the Strawberry Banana ones, and they’re OK, but I had the taste in my mouth all day, even after brushing, which is kinda gross. Anyway, I drank one of the chocolate ones before Thanksgiving dinner and had stuffing, cranberry sauce, broccoli casserole, and mashed potatoes, didn’t walk after, and got a 130 on my glucometer an hour later. I had one before eating a quarter of a thin-crust pizza from Domino’s that I’d miscalculated the carbs on and therefore ended up consuming TWICE the amount of carbs I was supposed to with dinner, and still only got a 136 after an hour. I don’t fully know the science behind this, and obviously 136 after dinner isn’t number I should be striving for every day (I’m supposed to be between 100 and 129 an hour later), but like I said, it’s at least great for taking the edge off hunger — much better than half a bag of pretzels and a Hershey bar.
  • If I’m still hungry, I’ll eat a protein. I get 2,000 calories a day, and I don’t always meet it, especially watching what I eat. So I have some extra stuff to burn, and honestly, I’m still not terribly concerned if I go over my calorie count. My doctor basically called me a fat pig for gaining 30 pounds in 29 weeks, but my diabetes nurse told me not to worry about counting calories, so I’m picking B. So the thing is, for the first four days of the diet, all was good because I was able to eat on a normal schedule — 8 a.m. breakfast, 10 a.m. snack, noon lunch, 2 p.m. snack, 5 p.m. dinner. Now that I’m back at work, it looks more like, 8 a.m. breakfast, 10 a.m. snack, noon lunch, 3:30 p.m. snack (IF I CAN MAKE IT THAT LONG), 7 p.m. or later dinner. So by the time I get home and start cooking dinner, I’m all whacked out on hunger, which is bizarre when carrying around a 3-pound fetus. So I’ll eat a piece of cheese at 1:30 and a hard-boiled egg around 5. Or drink one of those protein shakes. Or have a few pieces of grilled chicken.
  • And along those same lines, I bulk up on my afternoon snack. I get 2 whole carb servings along with a protein allowance for my afternoon snack, whereas for my morning and evening snacks, I only get 1 carb. So I’ve learned to take advantage of that fact and have a pretty hefty afternoon snack. Lately, I’ve been having a good handful of baby carrots, a little individual pack of cottage cheese, a piece of cheese or a hard-boiled egg, and half a whole-grain flatbread. Today I’m going to mix that up by substituting a couple of granola thins for the flatbread. It’s great because it’s got calcium, fiber, protein, and carbs, and has been keeping me going until dinnertime.

And here’s another thing: since I started this diet, I haven’t been falling asleep at my desk at work. I don’t fully understand why, because I would typically have dinner leftovers for lunch, and most of what I used to make for dinner is still in play. But then again, I haven’t yet attempted to eat angel hair and jarred pasta sauce with cheese — I’d seriously eat a tub of that for lunch just a few weeks ago. Or leftover pizza. Or fast food because I’d planned poorly and not cooked the night before or not made enough for leftovers. I’d have cereal for breakfast. I’d eat half a bag of pita chips in the mid-morning. So while it feels like I have to eat more carbs, I’m really eating fewer, and I’m not crashing anymore. I totally feel healthier and have more energy and a more positive outlook.

Am I still all worried about what the dia-beetus will do to my baby? Pssssh, yeah. I also have become beset with third-trimester anxiety. I’m afraid that my baby will be a stillborn because I found some gestational diabetes message board and all the ever chat about is risks and outcomes. But I’m also afraid my baby will be blind, which is an irrational and unrelated fear. I’m also worried when my husband is five minutes late because obviously it means he’s died in a fiery car crash. I’m just a worrier. So my last piece of advice — if you have questions about your diagnosis, meal plan, risks, tests, or anything else, ask your doctor and/or your diabetes nurse. Don’t scour Internet message boards or ask strangers on Yahoo! I promise, this suggestion is for your sanity alone.

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Holiday Heartbreak: My Mother’s Bittersweet Broccoli Casserole

I didn’t expect that a casserole would make me cry.

I should have known. It was, after all, my mother’s famous Broccoli Casserole, the one she served every Thanksgiving to an eager table of hungry family members and friends. And seeing as how I hadn’t tasted the mainstay, not once, in the nearly three years since she passed away… well, it was pretty much inevitable that when I nailed the recipe on the first try, my emotions would get the best of me.

Mom inherited the recipe from her friend Mary Pat in the late 1970s. The first year she made it, the story goes, my family was less than enthusiastic. In fact, some of them simply refused to taste the dish. My gentle immigrant grandfather, a man who would eat anything you put in front of him, led this skeptical pack. So my mother, never one to take an insult lying down, stomped around the dinner table, testily spooning out portions of the cheesy, gooey concoction onto every. single. person’s. plate.

The following Thanksgiving, most of the original naysayers nonchalantly asked if she’d possibly maybe be making that casserole again. After that, it became tradition. She occasionally considered cooking it in the “off season,” but she felt it wouldn’t be as special if she made it more frequently.

I agree.

Even after many of our family members passed away and the rest scattered, after Thanksgiving became just my mother, my father, and me, she made a full table of food every November — turkey, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, biscuits, cranberry sauce, and, of course, the Broccoli Casserole.

Cooking became for me after Mom died from a heart attack on the morning of Dec. 1, 2006. She had been a stay-at-home mom throughout my life, and my memories of her usually revolved around the dishes she made and the time we spent in our large, sunny Oklahoma kitchen. When I began living on my own and making my own forays into the culinary world, I’d frequently call her, sometimes two to three times a night, asking about substitutions and measurements, cooking temperatures and times. If a recipe was especially good, I’d email it to her. Sometimes she’d argue with me about certain things, like the oven-fried chicken recipe that called for the chicken thighs to cook for 45 minutes on each side (“They’ll be too dry!” she protested. “Mom, I swear, I’ve made it a million times and it’s great. It’s 45 minutes,” I said. “OK, if you say so, but I think they’ll be dry,” she clucked as she gathered the ingredients. She later called me raving about how moist they were).

It wasn’t until almost two years after her death that I slowly started cooking more for myself and others. It was harder than I thought to not share my hits and misses with my foodie Mom. So when a friend invited me to a 4th of July barbecue back in 2008 and asked me to bring a covered dish, I decided to try out Mom’s Broccoli Casserole.

Initially, my Dad and I were worried that she hadn’t written it down. Sometimes, if she made something enough times, she’d go by sheer muscle memory and periodic taste tests in the kitchen. But a few weeks before the barbecue, Dad and I were sifting through her Ziploc bag of recipe index cards, and we found the casserole recipe — two copies, in fact. I took one home with me, pinned it on my kitchen bulletin board, and began playing guessing games with the cryptic portions.

While not as bad as some of my grandmother’s original recipe cards — a pinch of this, some of that, a little of this, that to taste, whole steps left out — the Broccoli Casserole card left me scratching my head at turns.

“Six frozen chopped broccoli.”

Six what? Six ounces? Six bags? Six pounds? I vaguely remembered her using those little boxes of frozen broccoli, but I couldn’t be sure.

“2-4 oz. shredded cheddar cheese.”

Why 2-4? Why not 8? Or did she mean “two to four”? I brought it to friends and tried to figure it out. I finally settled on 2 pounds of frozen cut broccoli (slight error in judgment — it needed to be chopped not merely cut, and I spent a bit of time after cooking it cutting it down to more manageable pieces while trying not to scald my hands) and 8 ounces of shredded cheddar. I had intended to make the full recipe, but ended up with half. Before it went into the oven, I tasted a bit… and it was dead on.

And that’s when I cried.

It was partially the memory of how it tasted, the memories of childhood Thanksgivings spent with family in Chicago and, later, in Florida with my parents. It was partially the idea that I’d made something that had been my mother’s territory alone, and the notion that she’d somehow watched over me while I made it for the first time.

I didn’t let myself cry for long, and I went about preparing for the barbecue. The casserole was a hit with my friends, and only a small spoonful remained.

The tradition of the Broccoli Casserole carries on, then — and carries through all our family Thanksgivings from here on out (that 4th of July barbecue was the last time I made the dish outside of the fall holiday season).

Fran’s Famous Broccoli Casserole

2 pounds frozen chopped broccoli
1 10.5-ounce can cream of mushroom soup
4 ounces shredded cheddar cheese
1 tbsp. lemon juice
1 cups mayonnaise
1/2 box cheese nip crackers, crushed fine
1 package shredded almonds

Preheat oven to 350. Cook broccoli. Put in bowl. Mix soup, mayonnaise, lemon and cheese. Pour into 2 quart casserole. Top with cheese nips and almonds. Cook one hour. Serves 6-8.

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Thanksgiving Eats: The Menu

I love Thanksgiving. It’s easily my favorite holiday, even though there are no presents. You know why? Because there is just so. Much. Food.

I grew up Italian, so Thanksgiving dinner was always a big gluttonous festival of foods. Even when my parents moved to Florida and my grandparents had passed away and my whole family was in shambles and it was just the three of us, my mom would always cook for like eleventy billion people and then send me home with tons of Tupperware filled with mounds of every dish.

I like carrying forth traditions, so I also cook for eleventy billion people, even though there are usually only four of us — Mister Mister, my dad, and my dad’s missus. This year, the verdict’s out on whether there will be two or four of us — my dad’s step daughter usually spends the holidays with her in-laws, but there was some… um, stuff that happened, so now there are no in-laws, and she may want to spend the holiday with her mom. Fair enough. I’ll still pork out like a proud preggo. Particularly now that our kitchen is humongoid compared with the shoebox I was cooking in last year.

So what exactly do I make every year? There are some variables, but the menu is more or less set.

Turkey

Easily my least favorite part of the dinner, it’s still a must. Maybe I’ll just buy a smaller turkey this year. I’m still searching for the perfect recipe, but here’s a nice basic one from Queen Martha. Online friends turned me onto this Alton Brown recipe for a brined roast turkey, so I’ll be trying that this year. The bonus is it requires me to stick it in the fridge to thaw on Monday instead of my typical Tuesday, so it should be totally thawed by Thanksgiving morning.

Photo by tuchodi via Flickr

Gravy

I make my own. It’s awesome. I use Martha’s Pan Gravy recipe.

Photo by Miia Ranta via HubPages

Cranberry sauce

As much as I love the jellied stuff (comfort food), this recipe for Orange-Scented Cranberry Sauce is just the best, and pretty easy.

Photo by MGF/Lady Disdain via Flickr

Stuffing

No Stovetop Stuffing! I made this Cornbread and Sausage Stuffing last year and it’s now The Stuffing For All Years (not pictured above).

Photo by Meng He via About.com

Broccoli casserole

My mom found this recipe in some magazine or got it from a friend or whatever, and made it for the family like 30 years ago, and everybody thought it would be gross and wouldn’t eat it. So she forced a big spoonful onto everybody’s plate (I totally am my mother’s daughter). And then next year everybody was begging her to make it again. So it was her recipe, and now it’s mine. As much as I want it every single day of the year, we keep it Thanksgiving special.

I’ll be sharing the recipe in a future post, so stay tuned!

Photo by Kathryn Hill via The Kitchn

Mashed potatoes

Natch. I don’t really have a go-to recipe, I always forget each year which one I used the year before and forget to print it out and save it. And throughout the year I always just end up using a different recipe. Yeah, I need a recipe to make mashed potatoes. Sue me.

Photo by plasticrevolver via Flickr via The Circle of Moms Cookbook

Corn

Just because. Dude, my recipe is sooooo good: I buy a bag of frozen corn, and cook it. Wow. I’m a culinary genius.

Photo by my_amii via Flickr

Sweet potatoes

Potato Part Deux. Because you have to. Last year I tried some new sweet potato casserole thing I found online and it was TERRIBLE. It didn’t cook the sweet potatoes at all and we didn’t even try to eat it. This year, I’m hunting for some approximation of how my mom made it: Simple, with the sweet potatoes peeled and halved and cooked with some sort of buttery maple glaze thing going on. Any ideas?

Photo by Wally Hartshorn via New Frugality

Appetizer: cheeseballs

This is my all-time favorite party recipe. I usually only make two, ditching the cheddar cheese one. They are so effing good — a perfect starter to gorging. I use Martha’s Cheese Balls Three Ways.

Photo via MarthaStewart.com

Appetizer:  cashews

Again with the Martha: Chili Lime Cashews.

Photo via MarthaStewart.com

Dessert: French silk pie

I don’t make this shit. We buy it from Perkins or Village Inn. Has to be one of those. “Chocolate cream pie” is NOT the same thing.

Photo via Rolling Sin

So there you have it — my “it could feed a third-world country but instead we shove it into 4 mouths, pick off it for 2 days, and throw out the rest, American style” Thanksgiving dinner.

Now I’m hungry (even after eating three breakfasts this morning).

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