Its not that I won't eat anything — that's my problem, I'd eat anything if I could. But I can't — so I don't. But there I sat at the PSR Brunch (parish school of religion, I teach Sunday School). And sure enough I was picking apart the food. I can eat that, I can't eat this. Scrape, cut, toss, snip, pick and choose. If I'm at a restaurant I can choose and order and ask for what I don't want. But at this kind of event I'm in trouble. Let's walk the brunch buffet, shall we? First are the casseroles. Hmmmm. Looks good, WHAT IS IN THERE??? Rule # 3, don't put it in your mouth if you don't know what's in it. Next are the muffins — nope, those are HUGE and a carb attack. Yikes. Poppy seed! Run for your life. Next the big bowl of fruit. Nature's candy and sugar sugar sugar. Ahhhhh, some sweet soul has provided a lettuce salad. Yippeee! Bingo! I'm in! There is only unlabeled dressing bowls so eat it plain but I can eat salad. And last are the dessert casseroles — apple crisp and peach gooey something and darn if some sweet church lady baked cherry cobbler. Walk, girl, walk. I pick up a chicken wrap because they are small and look like there isn't much dressing or mystery ingredients and back to my table. There, I dissect the wrap and eat what I can, have some plain-Jane salad and chat. I eat no carb/lo carb so my carbs are in the wrap and the tomatoes on the salad. I have gastroparesis and so my portion sizes meet my 300 cal a meal/snack limit and I just looked REALLY strange to anyone watching me eat.
I may look strange at a pot luck but hey, I'm diabetic - I'm a Picky Eater.
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