Thursday, July 22, 2010
After meeting with a dietician a few weeks ago, I quickly learned that endocrinologists know NOTHING about eating. As it turns out, gestational diabetes should be treated with a very specific diet including certain carbohydrates at certain times of day. The placenta, that big sponge in my uterus responsible for feeding Abe everything I eat, apparently has something against insulin. It sends all kinds of hormones picketing throughout my body with signs reading, stop answering the door ANY time insulin knocks! They even shout it. "We are here to shout it out, close your doors - keep insulin out!" I guess cells are really gullible because they all believe the picketers and lock up tight. However, as the day wears on, the cells eventually have to open their doors a little bit. I mean, come on, it's the dead of summer. They need some air circulating in there. Not to mention they probably start to feel a bit of cabin fever. So sometime after about 2pm (time of day is different for all women, for me it's 2), my body suddenly starts processing sugar correctly again. This completely explains why my blood sugar shot up the moment I had a piece of toast with peanut butter in the morning, but remained a beautiful 115 every night after a huge, carb-loaded meal and chocolately dessert.
Posted by Erin Cohen at 1:20 PM