Hubby and I just returned from a beach vacation in Destin, Florida. It was absolutely beautiful, and we had a wonderful time just relaxing, enjoying each other and doing "beachy" things. We were also celebrating our 20th anniversary. I cannot believe I've been married to the most wonderful guy in the world for 20 years!
The sand in Desitin is a beautiful white and almost looks like snow, and the water ranges from turquiose to emerald to blue depending on the depth and the weather. So splish spashing our way along the beach together was a favorite passtime. I felt like such a rebel because I walked (shhh...don't tell the diabetes police) BAREFOOT every day in the sugar white sand. Yes, I realize that I was literally risking life and limb to do this, but sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind. Hubby even got a little cut on his foot, but I continued in my daredevil ways. Some people parasail, some surf, and some swim with sharks, but I rubbed my toes in the sand, dagnabit!
It is amazing though, how much I thought about it. How lame is it that it was this big daily conscious choice? I'm also a "food tourist", so ate all sorts of hard-to-bolus-for things. Again, I enjoyed every moment of it, but thought about it a lot, puzzling over the carb counts and fat delays.
What would we do with all that mental energy if we didn't have diabetes?