Its funny that you say that, because, aside from the ever changing ratios due to tons of 70 -80's BG's, we're loving the honeymoon. It just seems like her remaining insulin producing cells/glucagon cells always have my back. On Sat., we were having stuffed pizza (I live in Chicagoland) for the first time post diagnosis and myfitnesspal says each piece is 54 carbs. Fine. Give her the correct bolus and we sit down to enjoy our meal. Until . . . I see the crust sitting on her plate and I remember that she's NEVER eaten the crust ever in her life and I panic a bit. She's probably eaten less than half the carbs that we dosed for. She's stuffed (no pun intended) and doesn't want to make up the carbs. I say, fine, but "listen to your body, because you may end up low". No complaints and 3 hours later at bedtime, she's 83. That should never have happened, but it did and we're taking it while we can get it!