Hi all, I've been T1 IDDM, diagnosed in the early 1970s, and on pumps for over 14 years now.
Was diagnosed at 6yrs, and remember going to birthday parties and being told 'have an apple, you're not allowed cake'. Sneaking a mouthful of cake was naughty, but it was awfully nice - it was a foil to having to boil my syringes, industrial spirit to clean my leg, get needles resharpened, 'playing' with chemistry sets with 3 drops of pee, 10 water and a chemical tablet to hear 'you MUST have eaten something'when it turned orange - even when I hadn't.
40ish years later, and on an insulin pump, HBA1C is 62, (I know, but it's been worse...) and I still have those 'naughty' snacks - especially when I'm driving. It could be a bag of crisps, a sandwich, a sausage roll. I set out with great intentions but arrive at my destination looking at the used wrappers thinking 'how the @$#! Did that happen?' My much better half is fantastic, preparing ultra low carb meals, healthy, tasty, good food for me, but I could still arrive home with a sandwich in me, even though I know I have a good meal sitting waiting for me. I can't admit I've eaten, and then feel guilty about it (and spend the evening fighting spiking BS)
It's not hunger, it's pure habit, I'm fed up being 20st, have tried diets, know what I should be eating, but there's always that guilty pleasure of having something noone else knows about.
No idea where to go, would like to know if anyone else.out there has overcome this sort of challenge in the past?
Ps. I STILL HATE APPLES!
Was diagnosed at 6yrs, and remember going to birthday parties and being told 'have an apple, you're not allowed cake'. Sneaking a mouthful of cake was naughty, but it was awfully nice - it was a foil to having to boil my syringes, industrial spirit to clean my leg, get needles resharpened, 'playing' with chemistry sets with 3 drops of pee, 10 water and a chemical tablet to hear 'you MUST have eaten something'when it turned orange - even when I hadn't.
40ish years later, and on an insulin pump, HBA1C is 62, (I know, but it's been worse...) and I still have those 'naughty' snacks - especially when I'm driving. It could be a bag of crisps, a sandwich, a sausage roll. I set out with great intentions but arrive at my destination looking at the used wrappers thinking 'how the @$#! Did that happen?' My much better half is fantastic, preparing ultra low carb meals, healthy, tasty, good food for me, but I could still arrive home with a sandwich in me, even though I know I have a good meal sitting waiting for me. I can't admit I've eaten, and then feel guilty about it (and spend the evening fighting spiking BS)
It's not hunger, it's pure habit, I'm fed up being 20st, have tried diets, know what I should be eating, but there's always that guilty pleasure of having something noone else knows about.
No idea where to go, would like to know if anyone else.out there has overcome this sort of challenge in the past?
Ps. I STILL HATE APPLES!