Tonight my partner and I ate dinner at Fazoli's (fast food Italian type restaurant). We both had pasta and way way too many bread sticks (can you say heart attack on a plate boys and girls?) so to make my night even more enjoyable I forced her to let me test her blood sugar and compare it to mine at 2 hours post prandial.
After testing I patted my belly and said "good liver, nice islets, want some cookie?", but I refrained. My brain might appreciate what my islets can do but my scale doesn't...