I don’t like potlucks
I don’t much care for potluck dinners. It’s not because I’m lazy or don’t want to cook for others—I love cooking. If you’ve watched my “Handsome Chef” videos, you know I have plenty of great recipes. My issue with potlucks is rooted in my health concerns, particularly my diabetes, and the anxiety of depending on luck for my nourishment.
Health Concerns and Dietary Restrictions
As someone with diabetes, I have to be extremely careful about what I eat. Managing my blood sugar levels is crucial for my health. Over the years, I’ve developed a good routine for maintaining my blood sugar, and the last two six-month A1C blood work results have been excellent. I’ve gone from being solidly in the type 2 diabetes range to almost pre-diabetic levels through careful eating and lifestyle choices, and I’m not going to throw all that away over some potluck.
The Uncertainty of Potlucks
Potluck dinners introduce an element of luck that I’m not comfortable with. When I cook for myself, I know exactly what I can eat and what’s good for me. I shop and plan my meals accordingly, ensuring that everything aligns with my dietary needs. At a potluck, I have no control over what others bring. There’s a real risk that there might not be anything suitable for me to eat, which can jeopardize my health.
Social Alternatives
There are many other ways to socialize that don’t involve the uncertainty of a potluck. For example, I live in Hawaii, and there are countless beautiful places to visit. We could go for a drive around the island, enjoy the scenery, and maybe even make a video together. There are plenty of social activities that don’t revolve around food and don’t put my health at risk.
Conclusion
I wish people would understand my these things and stop inviting me to potluck dinners. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with friends or participate in social activities—I just need to do so in a way that’s safe for my health. If you want to spend time with me, let’s find another way to connect that doesn’t involve the uncertainty of a potluck, which might end up killing me.
