First, it was the chocolate cake. My mom had just baked it, and it is was warm out of the oven. My dad was having a piece for snack, and I couldn't resist.
The guess? 30 grams.
The result? 64.
Later that night?
Virgin, of course. It was the first time I had ever had one.
The Guess? 45 grams.
The result? 326.
So thanks for all the congrats, but it's over, and I killed it. Until next time, if there IS a next time...
4 comments:
The ice cream, well. But the chocolate cake -- wasn't it *so* worth it?
Aside from that, I wonder why we would have to guess carb counts. Your mom would probably hand over the recipe if you asked, and unless the ice cream was made from scratch (in which case, again, you would know what went into it), the nutrition info is usually accurate enough for our purposes.
What am I missing?
Cheers,
Felix.
fair play! we've all got to have a "treat" now and then.
hope you enjoyed the food. the numbers will get good again i'm sure.
The cake was a mix. The nutritional information was for 1/32nd of the mix. If I had REALLY wanted to, I could have insisted my mom cut it into 32 equal piece. But sometimes, life just doesn't work that way.
The virgin margarita was at a resturant. If I had thrown a fit, they might have been able to come up with a carb count for me, if I was really lucky. Even then, it would have been a guess. I took the chance on thinking I knew WAG good enough. I didn't, and I paid the price.
What you are missing Felix is the fact that sometimes it just isn't worth the time, effort, and the sacrifice on appearing and feeling normal.
What you are missing Felix is the fact that sometimes it just isn't worth the time, effort, and the sacrifice [....]
Good point, Jen -- my personal weaknesses are chocolate mousse and dried fruit. Give me a plate with a good-sized portion of mousse, and I will eat it, and screw the D.
Perhaps the mistake, then, is in beating oneself up over a wacky BG or two?
Cheers,
Felix.
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