Last night, I was telling J. about the leftovers in the fridge:
“There’s chicken rollups and spicy coleslaw,” I said, and opened my mouth to add, “Watch out for the cabbage, tho. There’s more carbs in that than you think. Calculate at least 30 carbs for that.”
I closed my mouth, amused at my own default.
At a certain point carb, insulin, and exercise math just becomes the norm. You do it in your head all the time. Every time I choose to eat something, I start doing the cost/benefit analysis in my head. Sometimes I’ll even count out stuff on my fingers at the table.
I realized last night that it’s become so normed over the last three years to budget my carbs/insulin/expected activity level that my subconscious assumes, at some level, that that’s just a concern that *everybody* has.
It was an interesting example of how we unconsciously assume that our defaults must be the “norm.” Doesn’t everyone live like this? Doesn’t everyone want what I want? Doesn’t everyone hold the same values I hold? If they don’t HOW CAN THEY LIVE!?
After all, I couldn’t live without developing this disordered mode of living.