Kinda – sometimes you need a salty treat. My husband loves potato chips. They don’t really work out so well for me. I decided I would try to come up with a just as delicious alternative. (I know what you’re saying – “Get real Kate – a healthy substitute for the deliciousness that is potato chips? Check your blood sugar hon!”). Hear me out.
Heard of daikon? Maybe…have you used it? I did once or twice in a stir fry – it was ok, pretty much took on the flavor of whatever I was cooking, but overall definitely doable. Our CSA (community supported agriculture) Finn Meadows Farm recently had some and so it found its way back to our fridge again.
In pursuit of a salty snack that would not send my blood sugar sky rocketing for the rest of the day, I decided to give the daikon a whirl – after all people make chips out of kale. Plus daikon is supposed to help insulin resistance – double win.
I sliced the daikon (in my second attempt I sliced thinner) and laid the slices on a single layer on a foil covered baking sheet. I then drizzled olive oil over them. For the entire sheet I used 3 table spoons of oil and honestly probably could have gotten away with 2 if I had not been rushing. Topped with garlic powder and tumeric (you know that super spice you have been hearing about) I roasted them on 350 for a good 20 minutes and then kept checking every few minutes for when they started to brown. Once they came out, I sprinkled sea salt on them.
Um delish. I know I made them and everything but even if I didn’t they were still awesome. I literally had to hide some from my husband so he wouldn’t eat them all! The only piece I’m trying to work out is how to get them to dry out a bit more. Any suggestions are welcome!
One radish does have ~15 grams of carbs per 7 inches according to a nutrition calculator I found online. The glycemic load however is about 3 according to the same site.
I’ve been on this journey for what, 4.5 months? September, October, November, December and now January. I thought I ate healthy – but I was totally mistaken on my portion sizes. Focusing on counting everything and determining safe go-to’s to get back on the delicate balance I’ve hit has been time consuming and sometimes frustrating. My A1C in September was 6.9.
My results from Friday – 6.8. Such a small change, but it’s so rewarding. It means that the hard work and focus and talking myself out of a Grande Flat White have not been in vain. It means that I can get back to a normal A1C. But does that mean then that I’m diabetes free?
I probably won’t go back to my former eating habits – I notice a difference when my sugar is right. I might give into an indulgence here or there – but nothing too crazy. I will probably never consider myself diabetes free. I would think that if I eat the wrong foods, I’m just as insulin resistant as I currently am while trying to get this under control.
After my son was born, my sugar seemed to go back to normal quite quickly, but after my daughter, it seemed like insulin resistance might be something to watch. But I also didn’t exercise as much. Running hasn’t been as much of a consistency in my life. My sugar was amazing Saturday after my 3 mile run. Even after this fantastic meal at 20 Brix with my super supportive husband.
So maybe the hard work is getting me somewhere. Maybe I just can hit that A1C of under 6.5 I’m shooting for. Even if it takes me another 12 months, I’m willing to try for it. I want to be healthy, I want to feel healthy and I want to live until my 90’s. Diabetes, you aren’t going to hold me back.
What has been your most recent achieved goal?
I was thinking HARD about pasta today – but I learned quickly into gestational diabetes with baby #1 that I can have about a thimble’s worth. I don’t know anyone who can eat a thimble’s worth and be satisfied. I actually saw something that said most people eat about 3 servings – that’s more the group I used to fit in!
Both of my parents are diabetic and both of my mom’s parents were diabetic. I had gestational diabetes with both of my kids, although it was much more manageable with the first. They did tell me that it does get worse with each subsequent child, but with my son (firstborn) I didn’t need medicine until pretty close to 40 weeks. I think I was actually around 35 when they started me on glyburide. With my daughter my blood sugar was off the charts from the first day of 13 weeks. I started on glyburide again almost immediately because I could not manage the condition with just diet and exercise.
I have done a lot of reading, trying to reduce my risk of developing diabetes. I knew my chances were really high given my family history and my own history with gestational diabetes, but I also thought I had at least 10 years! Or maybe I could push it to 20-30 years? Evidently genetics doesn’t work that way – who knew?
My long rambling point to this post is the confusion, lack and even incorrect knowledge that exists surrounding diabetes. We’re under the impression that it’s a disease you’re either born with or you get because you’re overweight and don’t eat correctly. I eat a mainly plant based diet, I drink nut milks, I run, I practice yoga – I try to maintain the healthiest lifestyle I can – and I’m here, trying to understand it all.
Something I thought might be helpful is if I share my numbers when I post. 4 months ago, I started at 178lbs. I’m now 174lbs. I’ll look into posting my meals from myfitnesspal as well. Here’s today:
After Breakfast: 138
After Lunch: 134
After Dinner: 149 (I also ran 2 miles after dinner)
Here’s what I know…
I’m 34. I’ve been officially diagnosed with Diabetes (am I supposed to capitalize that?) for 4 months? Something like that. But, I’m 34? I really thought I had at LEAST 10 years before I got this news. Now, my A1C 6.8 – not terrible – from what I’ve been told. I’m kinda struggling.
Let me be honest. My husband has been SUPER supportive. He has been cooking and researching like mad. And this isn’t our first go-around. I had gestational diabetes with both of our kids…but that’s not the same? There was an end there. There isn’t one here. I’m normally a positive “we’re gonna get through this” type of person. But this is kinda big, and scary, and some days – I have no idea what to expect…
But let’s start at the beginning. Like I said, I’m 34. By trade, I’m an analyst (boy that’s descriptive huh?) I have a BS in Computer Science, I’m 5’7″ and I’m pretty sarcastic. I have a wonderful husband, two BEAUTIFUL babies, and two knucklehead boxer-great dane mixes that think they are human. I grew up in northern Ohio, my favorite wine is Pinot Noir (despite the name of this blog), I love yoga and Friends is my all time favorite show.
You might ask the point of this site.
Over the past 4 months, there’s been a lot to take in. I’ve been counting and checking, rechecking and recounting. I don’t know how many appointments I’ve been to, but there has been a doctor, a nurse, and dietitians. I’m overwhelmed, I’m unsure, but I’m here.
And you’re here – for whatever reason. My goal here is for you to see my journey, and maybe, just maybe I can help you with yours. This isn’t easy, it’s actually pretty big. I’m going to travel this too though. I hope to provide you with some recipes, guidance and support along the way. We met for a reason.