OMG, My sister told me one of the best stories ever. The only thing to really make me laugh yesterday.
Some background - the majority of adults in my family are diabetics. The majority of Indians consume white rice as the main staple of their diet. White Rice is high in simple carbohydrates, meaning it doesn't get processed in your blood as easily, and is a horror for diabetics in terms of insulin production (or something like that - basically, too much consumption of those simple carbohydrates ("white," starchy foods - potatoes, pasta, rice) is NOT good for your blood sugar levels).
So basically, regardless of whether you're diabetic or not, the best course of action is to have portion control when eating those types of foods, so you don't feel sluggish or gross or anything.
BUT GET THIS.
(man, I'm really loving the extended entries on this post so my blog doesn't get bogged down with one mega long post)
My sister told me she walked to the dining room and saw my mom consuming quite a large quantity of white rice on her plate. That it was enough for four servings. Two cups worth of rice sat on her plate, as she slowly but surely ate that bad boy up. She's not even really talking to her, but made a comment of, that's too much rice. My brother walks in and says to my mom, something along the lines of "holy crap, that's a lot of rice, mom. Stop eating all of that."
My mother pays no heed. She continues to barrel through that mega heaping of rice on her plate. She's determined. She will prevail.
Cut to a little bit later. My sister walks into the dining room. Stops dead in her tracks. She sees my mother slumped over onto the kitchen table. Oh my God, is my mom dead? Hmmm, not really. My mother freaking fell asleep (or I guess you could say 'passed out') in her plate of rice. She was knocked out. My dad saw my sister looking at my mom and said, "Eh, she's OK, she's just tired."
I wonder if she ever ate that entire plate of rice. I forgot to ask.
