We cheated together

Diabetics don’t get to have smoothies and such full-sugar concoctions . . . at least the ones who aren’t on insulin and who are trying to maintain some semblance of normal blood sugar.

So when hubby decided we’d order two of the small Chocolate Peppermint smoothie drinks that Taco Bueno just brought out, that was a shock. “We’ll just have a sip,” he declared.

I haven’t eaten “real sugar” desserts for years. He has cheated very seldom.

But anyhow, those are HEAVENLY.

We only got a few sips in before he said, “I think I’m through. I’m getting a little nauseated.”

That can happen to diabetics who eat sugary stuff.

“Save it in the freezer and have a spoonful later in the week when you need a pick-me-up,” I suggested. That’s what we both did.

But I think I’d better throw mine away. I could really get used to that stuff . . . and that would be BAD.

The things made with maltitol and various sugar substitutes can be tough on my digestive tract. I can handle Splenda, but I’m sensitive to NutraSweet, and I never can get the Stevia right (it’s bitter if you put just a dab too much in, and doesn’t do anything if you don’t put enough.) Lots of the stuff you buy in stores that proclaims “No Sugar Added” has the same carbohydrate count as the sugar-made stuff, so you still have to handle the carbs if you’re diabetic (there’s no “subtract the fiber carbs” in my body’s vocabulary.) If it has maltitol, you can count on a trip or three to the potty the next day. Sorbitol is a little less painful in that department, but can still have an effect. Hence the temptation to sneak a real snack now and then.

I know. Things are tough all over. But sometimes you just need the boost in endorphins that only chocolate products can give.

No hamsters were harmed during the consumption of these dairy products


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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