Georges recent post about peer pressure has me thinking about the diabetics complicated relationship with food.
In his post, George describes dealing with having food hed rather not eat being pushed on him by a fellow diabetic. He asked us if any of us have ever been in a similar situation. I cant remember that ever happening to me, but I wonder if I’ve been the pusher once or twice.
If food choices were politics, I would probably be described as a moderate. I dont heavily restrict my carbs, but I dont eat nothing but Smarties all day long either. Being diagnosed the year I officially became an adult meant that no one really ever told me what I could and could not eat.
Due to a mistake in the appointment schedule, my one and only appointment with the nutritionist after my diagnosis was done at the same time as a long-time diabetic who was getting a refresher because he was just starting to pump. The nutritionist repeated multiple times that we could eat whatever we wanted as long as we took the insulin to cover for it. I remember asking her incredulously if that meant that I could have a Snickers bar and a piece of cake for breakfast if I wanted to. She said it would be no more unhealthy for me than it would be for any other person. Not quite the nutritional advice I was expecting!
So if I believe I can eat whatever I want
, why do I change my eating habits when I am with other diabetics? When I went out to dinner (and karaoke
) with Georges
family when I was home for a vacation, why did I say no to a refill on my bottomless fries at Red Robin? When I was at dinner with Kerri
during a conference a few years ago and she replaced her baked potato with extra veggies, why did I feel compelled to do the same?
Last week I was eating in one of the cafeterias during my lunch break and I saw another diabetic walk in. Our meals come with a main course, side, and a drink. As she walked up to the table, I tried to hide my side under my arm. This girl has never said one word to me about my food choices, so why do I feel the need to hide them from her?
Also last week, I grabbed a bite-sized Butterfinger off the desk of a coworker and heard another coworker ask (say it with me now!) if I was sure I should eat that. That same day, I mentioned on Twitter that I was making my famous banana cake. Cherise mentioned that I should bring it to Orlando in June. Why did I immediately tweet back
do you really want me to? I love making that cake but I don’t want to be the outcast who brings the SUGAR!!
Where did I get that idea?!
So, is it peer pressure or are we just doing this to ourselves?