So life was wonderful in the second trimester. I was having awesome days in the kitchen, experimenting with interesting ingredients and paying myself complements that I knew were exaggerated. And then the third leg of pregnancy struck me and brought along with it this little demon called Gestational Diabetes. With a glorious family history filled with diabetic patients, my doctor wondered why it was a surprise to me.
I moped around for a few days, wallowing in self pity; complained to my mother about how my dietitian was being mean to me by allowing only 30-45 grams of carbs per meal (it varies between snacks and actual meals); vowed never to switch on Food Network and decided not to tell anyone else about it, I wanted it to be my embarrassing little secret. Thankfully, I got over all that.
Gestational diabetes doesn’t mean I am stuck with this disease for life (fingers crossed, of course). I am allowed to go back to normal diet after delivering the baby and I cannot wait already! So this blog is probably going to be bland for a while but hey! I am taking this challenge up. I might as well make the most of it and change the 45g carbs diet into a fad. After all, people pay Weight Watchers and the likes good money to come up with meal plans exactly like mine. Why shouldn’t I do it out of love for food, right?
For people who have no idea what I am talking about, here is an article on Wiki about Gestational Diabetes.