touchett
Active Member
This is a response to an older thread, originally posted by Bubblezzz, titled "My old life is over
" on June 9 2012, but also addresses pervasive attitudes among diabetics about carbohydrates, food, and eating in general.
What I see in a lot of diabetes forums, is an almost holier-than-thou attitude towards carbohydrates. Something along the lines of "all carbohydrate-based foodstuffs are made of refined flours; desserts are made of cheap high-fructose corn syrup, or that pasta and bread are just bland "****" anyway, so you shouldn't miss them. But I think the issue is more complex than that, and I don't believe many of us were necessarily eating poorly.
Prior to diagnosis, I did not indulge in what a person might consider junk food--never tasted a Pop Tart, Doritos, crisps, or white bread from the supermarket. The kinds of foods I miss are painstakingly kneaded buttery pâte feuilletée (puff pastry) from a patisserie, the basis for beautiful food like goat-cheese and caramelized onion tarts, and banana pain au chocolat. I have no idea what a curly wurly tastes like, but I will always long for the artisanal chocolates made by SOMA in Toronto (particularly their Costa Rican chocolate bars with flecks of Maldon salt, and their rich Mayan hot chocolate). I enjoyed artisanal baguettes and rosemary ciabatta loaves from small local bakeries. I don't believe that rice-based dishes like authentic seafood Spanish paella, mushroom risotto topped with pancetta and Grana Padano, or fresh handmade pasta from Mantua stuffed with roasted pumpkin and tomatoes grown on premises, and cooked with wine from the vineyard next door constitutes "****".
Unfortunately, the pancreas isn't so discriminating. And a starch is just a starch to a gland, so that a risotto may as well be a bag of crisps.
The user carraway was kind enough to quote a diabetic child's poem about "sugar being pathetic". I am sorry, but I don't entirely agree with this sentiment. Sugar is harmful to a diabetic, but I honestly cannot convince myself that when I visited Laduree that I thought the colourful arrangement of sugary macarons weren't beautiful, nor can I stop marvelling at the craftsmanship that goes into handmade sourdough bread at Poilâne.
I don't know if the stance that many diabetics take that "carbs are evil" is an act of self-preservation, or a sincere article of faith, but for me, the problem is simply that my pancreas is broken.
I have a metabolic disorder. No amount of execrating the agricultural industry, or indignation towards a loaf of sourdough bread will fix that.
As a postscript, I never appreciated how diabetic unfriendly the world was (and how strong diabetics are), until I walked through a department store today. Between the canteen with its delectable stacks of cheese panini, the window displays of pastel-coloured Easter Godiva confections, the aroma of bubbling soup, the hundreds of people happily enjoying their lunches--curries and Chinese food heaped on noodles and rice--and children on school holidays eating ice cream sundaes and popcorn, without a care in the world, I truly felt like a broken person. Detached from the rest of humanity.
I was reminded of a conversation from the film The Thin Red Line, when Jim Caviezel's character asks Sean Penn "Do you ever feel lonely?", and Penn answers, "Only around people".

What I see in a lot of diabetes forums, is an almost holier-than-thou attitude towards carbohydrates. Something along the lines of "all carbohydrate-based foodstuffs are made of refined flours; desserts are made of cheap high-fructose corn syrup, or that pasta and bread are just bland "****" anyway, so you shouldn't miss them. But I think the issue is more complex than that, and I don't believe many of us were necessarily eating poorly.
Prior to diagnosis, I did not indulge in what a person might consider junk food--never tasted a Pop Tart, Doritos, crisps, or white bread from the supermarket. The kinds of foods I miss are painstakingly kneaded buttery pâte feuilletée (puff pastry) from a patisserie, the basis for beautiful food like goat-cheese and caramelized onion tarts, and banana pain au chocolat. I have no idea what a curly wurly tastes like, but I will always long for the artisanal chocolates made by SOMA in Toronto (particularly their Costa Rican chocolate bars with flecks of Maldon salt, and their rich Mayan hot chocolate). I enjoyed artisanal baguettes and rosemary ciabatta loaves from small local bakeries. I don't believe that rice-based dishes like authentic seafood Spanish paella, mushroom risotto topped with pancetta and Grana Padano, or fresh handmade pasta from Mantua stuffed with roasted pumpkin and tomatoes grown on premises, and cooked with wine from the vineyard next door constitutes "****".
Unfortunately, the pancreas isn't so discriminating. And a starch is just a starch to a gland, so that a risotto may as well be a bag of crisps.
The user carraway was kind enough to quote a diabetic child's poem about "sugar being pathetic". I am sorry, but I don't entirely agree with this sentiment. Sugar is harmful to a diabetic, but I honestly cannot convince myself that when I visited Laduree that I thought the colourful arrangement of sugary macarons weren't beautiful, nor can I stop marvelling at the craftsmanship that goes into handmade sourdough bread at Poilâne.
I don't know if the stance that many diabetics take that "carbs are evil" is an act of self-preservation, or a sincere article of faith, but for me, the problem is simply that my pancreas is broken.
I have a metabolic disorder. No amount of execrating the agricultural industry, or indignation towards a loaf of sourdough bread will fix that.
As a postscript, I never appreciated how diabetic unfriendly the world was (and how strong diabetics are), until I walked through a department store today. Between the canteen with its delectable stacks of cheese panini, the window displays of pastel-coloured Easter Godiva confections, the aroma of bubbling soup, the hundreds of people happily enjoying their lunches--curries and Chinese food heaped on noodles and rice--and children on school holidays eating ice cream sundaes and popcorn, without a care in the world, I truly felt like a broken person. Detached from the rest of humanity.
I was reminded of a conversation from the film The Thin Red Line, when Jim Caviezel's character asks Sean Penn "Do you ever feel lonely?", and Penn answers, "Only around people".
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