pavlosn
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Woke up around 6:00 am this morning at 133mg/dl or 7,4 mmol after going to bed at 7,0 mmol just past midnight.
I managed to walk (indoors as it has not stopped raining in the last 24 hours or so) for about 2,5 km and that brought my levels down to an almost acceptable 6,1 mmol. As you can imagine, waking endless laps of the 30 paces or so that separate our front door from the furthest point of the house directly opposite, is not the most enjoyable walk I have ever taken but at least it proved effective.
These numbers are uncharacteristically high for me; Something in the low to mid 5s being a lot more typical.
So last night was a disaster from a diabetes point of view- I must have spent at least five hours above 7 mmol.
I can't really say that I regret it though as it really was an excellent night hosting a dinner party for friends.

Being a diabetic guest at a dinner party is easy, you can more or less just choose to ignore the worst offending food. If you are the host things are tougher as you are supposed to encourage your guests to enjoy the food and so more or less lead by example in sampling the various dishes.
Yesterday was also my turn to be Gordon Ramsey ( without the Hell's Kitchen temper tantrums) as I am always head chef in our kitchen when cooking for friends. My wife's cooking skill just about extend to boiling an egg, but that is only if you like your eggs hard boiled. Asking for a soft boiled egg would probably qualify as grounds for divorce in her eyes.
She did make a grand job decorating the place and setting out the table though.

So I can not even blame someone else for the food selection:
- Spicy roasted pumpkin soup, with herb croutons , Greek yoghurt and toasted sesame seeds

- Sautéed king prawns in butter with chilly, garlic and fresh coriander
- Blanched red cabbage with blue cheese and crispy bacon salad
- Mixed leaf salad with cherry tomatoes and fresh pomegranate seed in balsamic dressing

-Boef bourguignon
-Creamy mushed potatoes with three cheese topping
- Roasted broccoli with a soy sauce and sesame oil dressing with toasted sesame seeds and chili flakes
Selection of deserts ( bought in or brought by the guests)
Cheese platter
Coffee with selection of chocolates
So an all round disaster for my sugar levels but I night I very much enjoyed nonetheless.
I will have to be extra careful now though.
One bad night is not going to kill me but I need to make sure it does not get to be a habit.
Earlier in the day the wife and I got to finish wrapping the son's Christmas presents, while he was away taking a mock exam for the private school entrance examinations he will have to take next year.

They ended up looking so attractive we decided to stick them under the tree already rather than hiding them away until the night before Christmas.
My son did notice them on his return but I just explained them away as yet more of his mom's elaborate Christmas decorating and he pretended to accept that.
I am sure that at 11 he is aware that there is no Father Christmas, although he has not actually said so out loud.
Anyway, having to exercise some restraint and self discipline and wait until Christmas morning to open the various parcels will probably do him good. I think knowing that he will face his mother's wrath for spoiling her carefully laid out display of color coordinated and lovingly wrapped parcels will help him stay true! Lol.
The rain stopped now and I can see sunshine through the window so I am about to go on one of my proper walks.
After all I have sugar to burn.
Pavlos
I managed to walk (indoors as it has not stopped raining in the last 24 hours or so) for about 2,5 km and that brought my levels down to an almost acceptable 6,1 mmol. As you can imagine, waking endless laps of the 30 paces or so that separate our front door from the furthest point of the house directly opposite, is not the most enjoyable walk I have ever taken but at least it proved effective.
These numbers are uncharacteristically high for me; Something in the low to mid 5s being a lot more typical.
So last night was a disaster from a diabetes point of view- I must have spent at least five hours above 7 mmol.
I can't really say that I regret it though as it really was an excellent night hosting a dinner party for friends.

Being a diabetic guest at a dinner party is easy, you can more or less just choose to ignore the worst offending food. If you are the host things are tougher as you are supposed to encourage your guests to enjoy the food and so more or less lead by example in sampling the various dishes.
Yesterday was also my turn to be Gordon Ramsey ( without the Hell's Kitchen temper tantrums) as I am always head chef in our kitchen when cooking for friends. My wife's cooking skill just about extend to boiling an egg, but that is only if you like your eggs hard boiled. Asking for a soft boiled egg would probably qualify as grounds for divorce in her eyes.
She did make a grand job decorating the place and setting out the table though.

So I can not even blame someone else for the food selection:
- Spicy roasted pumpkin soup, with herb croutons , Greek yoghurt and toasted sesame seeds

- Sautéed king prawns in butter with chilly, garlic and fresh coriander
- Blanched red cabbage with blue cheese and crispy bacon salad
- Mixed leaf salad with cherry tomatoes and fresh pomegranate seed in balsamic dressing

-Boef bourguignon
-Creamy mushed potatoes with three cheese topping
- Roasted broccoli with a soy sauce and sesame oil dressing with toasted sesame seeds and chili flakes
Selection of deserts ( bought in or brought by the guests)
Cheese platter
Coffee with selection of chocolates
So an all round disaster for my sugar levels but I night I very much enjoyed nonetheless.
I will have to be extra careful now though.
One bad night is not going to kill me but I need to make sure it does not get to be a habit.
Earlier in the day the wife and I got to finish wrapping the son's Christmas presents, while he was away taking a mock exam for the private school entrance examinations he will have to take next year.

They ended up looking so attractive we decided to stick them under the tree already rather than hiding them away until the night before Christmas.
My son did notice them on his return but I just explained them away as yet more of his mom's elaborate Christmas decorating and he pretended to accept that.
I am sure that at 11 he is aware that there is no Father Christmas, although he has not actually said so out loud.
Anyway, having to exercise some restraint and self discipline and wait until Christmas morning to open the various parcels will probably do him good. I think knowing that he will face his mother's wrath for spoiling her carefully laid out display of color coordinated and lovingly wrapped parcels will help him stay true! Lol.
The rain stopped now and I can see sunshine through the window so I am about to go on one of my proper walks.
After all I have sugar to burn.
Pavlos
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