Bad news first:
Day after diagnosis, make Trader Joe’s GF pizza. High BG like whoa.
Two days post diagnosis, buy Bubs Eva Ruth’s GF whoopie pie. High BG lasts hours.
Next GF project, mix giant batch GF all-purpose flour. Dumb, but poor kid was just diagnosed with…should have cookies…old times/normal kid. Two small, homemade GF chocolate chip cookies—>long-term untame-able BG.
Shoot. Think notice pattern. Everyone entire internet know, but Bigfoot only just now absorb: very dumb eat brown rice flour/sorghum flour/tapioca flour. This instance, everything in moderation not apply, like cigarette/nursery school or wetsuit/vagazzling.
But these GF chocolate chip cookies are so good. And Bigfoot only bake one dozen; still have 48 delicious portion-controlled balls raw cookie dough freezer bags.
Q: Why do we do inflict these ingredients on ourselves and upon the people we love?
A: Because we love cookies
Moral: It is difficult to balance well-being with hedonism.
Then good news:
Meanwhile, GF Bubs feel so much better. Skip, dance, impersonate Morgan Freeman, ask is it too late to join a baseball team? Announce I think I would like to live in London, because it seems big and open, but still kind of cramped in a nice way. etc. Every day better.
Bonus. Neutral news:
Notice also increased insulin, basal & bolus. Maybe body able absorb more glucose from food/more effective digestion?