Yep, I had a bowl of gazpacho for dinner. No big deal, diet-wise, about minus ten calories, but it has 12 (twelve) gr of sugar. The biggest amount of sugar I willingly and knowingly consumed in weeks.
As I've always been known for overdoing self-punishment, I imagine my pancreas bursting into million pieces. You know, like in the comic books: it gets red in the face - who says pancreas cannot have a face; then getting bigger; and then bursting with a huge "bloppp".
One-our BG: 102. I guess, there was no blopping; but, alas, I am still a Type 2 diabetic.
Update: complete aftermath (2 hours later): 98. This is after moving around the house with a vacuum cleaner. Not brilliant.
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