Well - Nosher - normally I would agree with you! But my regular trip has been a very long-haul multi-leg journey (Sweden to NZ and visa versa). Can't imagine prepacking proper meals for travelling across the globe
. This current journey is 31 hours. But I am presently sitting at Hong Kong Airport with my last blood glucose reading of 8.0 (because I couldn't resist one of those cute little toblerone packets with my coffee - my excuse is it was after 11 hours like a sardine in the plane I caved!), - so you are absolutely right in principle of course!
Yeah - I take a sandwich when offered and remove the meat and salad and eat that and return the rest. And with the inflight food I leave the rolls, the rice and potatoes and give them to Mr Svea to chomp away on - the lucky non-diabetic that he is. That works fine, and even though it is highly processed food (see the British Airways ham roll ingredients!) - on the next leg my post dinner meal BG was 6.7 - not too bad.
I was much more organised with food this time though - see pic - made sure I made a trip to one of the LCHF stores in Stockholm and stocked up on pork rinds and my favourite parmesan knäckebröd (hard bread), and Aussie macadamias and pistacios. They were most appreciated in the wee hours of the morning (or night? Who knows? I'm changing my watch to destination time at every leg). I have to say though - carrying around a bag of food with me this time has contributed to me looking like a (edited out country of choice - you choose!) peasant immigrant, and through three security check points already no less.
The first security check I did not 'pass', but I am used to the Swedes considering me a suspicious type - I try to take it as a compliment that a middle-aged female diabetic like me needs to have my cabin luggage swiped for bombs every time I leave that fair country. I don't really find it complimentary - far from it! But I realise that I might appear to them like a clumsy, anxious, athletic Middle Eastern woman who instead of bench pressing and Michael Mosley H.I.T. regimes (and not looking forward to these long journeys from hell) has been training in Syria? I wish they would just ask me though! What I actually am. But they never do of course. I guess they have explosives-swiping quotas to meet.
Just checking my post-post- toblerone post breakfast BG - (and a very nice egg and veg, a very little fruit, and a teeny tiny sausage for airplane breakfast) - 6.6. I notice that on my accu chek meter it is ten to one in the afternoon back in the cold country. (In Hong Kong it is ten to eight in the evening. I had to ask Herr Svea if it was indeed the evening! You can get a bit confused when having lived in subarctic regions during the winter - it is dark so much of the time after all.) But here it is the tropics - and if it is dark it is night-time - how civilised!
One more security point to go through - the infamous NZ bio-security screening. But the food will be well gone by then, and if not - chucked. (And no-one in my home country thinks I might have been training to kill people in Syria. Thank heavens for such mercies.)