Diabetes and Jewish Holy Days
It’s no secret that I’m Jewish and I have a Muslim husband. So he fasts this month (Ramadan) and I feast. In fact, I probably feast enough on Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year), that I can easily make up for a whole month of eating lots of carbs, in just one night.
Not to worry, we can atone for our eating sins (amongst others) at Yom Kippur, just 10 days later, with a 24 hour fast.
It’s also no secret, however, that I’m a bit of an atheist, despite my background, my involvement with my local Jewish community (on the board), and my very sentimental tie to my cultural if not religious heritage.
Rosh Hashanah is traditionally accompanied by lots of sweet food, so you’ll have a sweet year. That’s the theory, or close to it. It’s nice to have an apple dipped in honey, and challah (bread, sweet at this time of year), also dipped in honey, and carrots drowning in honey, or kugel with a double dose of sugar and honey.
Almost everything you eat on Rosh Hashanah is ether dipped in or drowned in something sweet. Just a bit of overkill. Seriously folks, did the Rabbis not ever consider people with diabetes? It’s all just not the same with Splenda!
My mouth waters just thinking of the food that will be laid out tonight in a community event for Rosh Hashanah, that expects around 150 people. I had a hand in preparing some of it today and will continue tomorrow afternoon. Not sure my aching legs can take any more but there’s no way I’m not going back to that kitchen!
Oh what a hypocrit I must be – a Jewish Athiest who cooks for and partakes in traditional Jewish Holiday meals? You know what? I don’t care! Call me names but I love it all! I love the craziness around this time. I love seeing people I might not have seen all year. I love the spirit of community and the happy flavour (excuse the pun) of the holiday. I especially love it when the Israelis all start to sing, much to the delight of the rest of us who are too shy to get into such merriment.
Weighing up options is a fact of life with diabetes. I can let my BLGs go to hell in a handbasket, (insulin pump or not – there’s no way I can account for every last carb) or I can sit there like Miss Goody-Two-Shoes and pick a piece of dry chicken and some nutrient-free lettuce and maybe a tomato.
Maybe I don’t have to do all-or-nothing. Maybe I can have it all, in very tiny portions? My carb-load will probably still go to blazes but it’ll be slightly easier to manage. Missing out totally is a very poor alternative.
What would you do?
