Carbs and more carbs

Carbs! Ugh. Like many (most? all?) carbs are always on my mind, as I count 'em and do the math in my head. But, I'm in a household trying lose weight, so they're being monitored and watched and tracked and fended off and argued with.

Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em. Can't ignore 'em.

OK, I'll be honest. I should lose some weight. I'm not incredibly overweight, and most people probably would figure I'm at a normal, healthy weight. But, in truth, I could lose 10 or 20 lbs and be healthier. Now, I'm not one to use excuses, but I'm 41 and I quit smoking 9 months ago so it makes some sense. That said, I don't know how to lose weight. I've never had to like I feel I do now. Back when I was diagnosed I was probably underweight, and somehow figured that with the diabetic diet and all I'd never have a weight issue.

(For any of you youngsters, before there was carb counting there was only exchange lists - a measured diet, designed to give you a healthy, balanced, and low-sugar diet. During the first several months of my new diabetic life, it took longer to measure out each part of a meal than it did to eat it!)

Where was I? Oh, right. Carbs. I want to cut back on them, and I want to exercise more and I want to do it all without my BG going all haywire and without having a bunch of hypo episodes. But, frankly, I'm not sure how to do it. 

A week from today I'm heading to Mexico for a winter vacation to the beach. (I won't be the most attractive item on the beach, so it's a good thing I'm not vain, or not too much so. Kind of wish I'd lost some weight before going, you know?) I think watching and counting (and knowing!!??) carbs is not going to be easy while there. 

Como se dice "what's the carb count of this burrito?"