I don’t know what it is, but I LOVE spicy chicken. The kind that has the sweet/hot chili sauce. The craving for it comes out of nowhere, but it may have something to do with my allergies and sinus issues. Anything that will open up my head and clear it out of the heavy mucus-filled disaster area that it becomes in the Spring and around various blooming times is a welcome event. But it never fails – any time I eat spicy chicken, I pay the price for it.
After 19 years of diabetes, I apparently still don’t know how many carbs are in it, or how I should wrangle the dual-wave bolus on my pump in order to keep my blood sugar from soaring into the 200s and staying there for several hours. I’ve tried not eating any rice with it. I’ve tried eating only brown rice. I’ve tried eating the fried rice in such small proportions that it wouldn’t satisfy a small rodent creature. No matter how many carbs I think are in it (sometimes upwards of 60 or 70 grams, I guesstimate!) and I allow for, it still jacks up my sugars.
Then, after say 4-5 hours of being in the 200s and feeling like crap, it’s time for dinner. So of course, I eat something sensible, and what happens? Crash, crash, crash. So frustrating. But, I still LOVE my spicy chicken. I may not eat it very often because of it’s negative sugar effects, but I surely do savor and appreciate it when I make that sacrifice.