For the past few years, my husband and I have had a standing date. We go out for breakfast on Sunday mornings. When I received my T1D diagnosis on 10/1/11, I knew I'd be making a lot of changes, but our Sunday morning indulgence was not going to be one of them. So, for the past three months, we've still gone out on Sundays, but I've felt safest sticking to eggs, bacon, and french toast (no syrup). My bolusing has been pretty much spot on and things have gone smoothly for what has been almost the only time I eat something I haven't prepared myself. I decided to branch out this morning and try my hand at pancakes. Ummmm, not such a great idea. At two hours I was 239 and was much higher before that. I may have underestimated the carbs, may have overestimated the latest effects of my honeymoon, perhaps it was the fact that we didn't go walking around somewhere like we usually do on Sundays (snow in Seattle puts a damper on the mobility) or it could just be that pancakes and my blood sugar will no longer be friends. I don't really know. The challenge for me is to decide whether I care enough to give it another go sometime or whether I'll stick with what's safe and know it's okay to do that if I choose. I believe that's a challenge the big D is going to keep giving me for quite some time. It's not Diabetes that will decide my future; it's how I decide to react to Diabetes that will.