A few months ago, at a Valentine's party at Elise's school, I helped a mom of a newly diagnosed kid in kinder count the carbs in her sundae. A sundae laden with sprinkles, whipped cream, gummy bears, and other treats I can't remember.
One glance had me swagging for 40g. The mom practically swooned at my speed and apparent accuracy.
Or maybe I'm remembering it wrong. Anyway, in that moment I knew what rockstars must feel like.
Her daughter was in-range the rest of the day.
Now I'm the freaking Rainman of carb counting.
Too bad it won't make me any money in Vegas.
10 months ago
