Memories from the Mountain
This weekend I went skiing (surprise surprise) with my dad, uncle and cousin. There were supposed to be lots more joining us, but stomach bugs and colds had the upper hand. As a kid, I always had noodle soup for lunch on ski days. I still have it quite often, but sandwiches or other lunch forms are okay now as well. I was thinking about it skiing down the mountain when I went with my dad and “the boys.” “the boys” are my father’s brothers and cousins. I think I was about 12 years old. We bought lunch on the mountain (big deal!) and I wanted a bread bowl. I decided to have clam chowder instead of chicken noodle too. It was the same amount of soup that I usually have, so imagine our surprise when later that afternoon I was in the 400s! Neither of us knew that chowder “broth” had carbs in it. Why would we? Needless to say I took a lot of insulin and I think that I got clam chowder in normal bowls until I got a pump. (I’m not entirely certain though, because it IS delicious) especially during a ski day.
Saturday reminded me of the original day. Although there were a lot less people, and I wasn’t the youngest, and now I know how food is made (or at least the amount of carbs are in it). Either way, both days were amazing and I’m so glad that I have so many wonderful people in my life, especially on the ski slopes.