Perspectives are amazing. A few weeks ago at yet another of the famous/infamous Tuesday Nite Carb Fests With The Cake Lady this proved true once again.
For a change of pace we all met up at a local fast food place. I succumbed to the siren song of a patty melt. Ate about a carb serving of the rye bread. More than likely ate a few too many shoestring fries and several onion rings.
Then a niece said "let's go get some ice cream. I have coupons for free cones."
Tested my BG, it was 156. Hubby got me a six piece nuggets, minus the one he stole. My niece looked at me and said "Didn't you just eat." as she slurped away at her milkshake.
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