I'm so over dessert

To paraphrase a friend's mother, "I'm so over dessert". Okay, not really, but this year I made my peace with it. Anyone with diabetes will tell you that Thanksgiving is hard - do you know how many carbs are in dressing, or mashed potatoes? And then there's dessert. My MIL always brings dessert, and always leaves us with the leftovers. She always says she wants to be sure my husband has enough leftovers (she's his mom, and she has every right to feel this way, though we may question whether he needs 3/4 of a pie and 1/2 a cake). However, I'm the one with the sweet tooth, and I'm the one who usually eats the leftovers. So, every year since my diagnosis I've stressed about thanksgiving and dessert: do I a) make her take home the leftovers, and feel guilty for denying her the chance to feed her son, b) throw out the leftovers and feel guilty for wasting food, or c) keep the leftovers, eat most of them myself, and feel guilty for not sticking to anything resembling a diabetic diet? Usually some combination of b and c (the year I tried to make her take them home, she responded that she couldn't eat them because Dr. Atkins wouldn't approve. MIL, if you're reading this, I forgive you for that one!). This year we have a plate of leftover dessert, as usual, and it isn't taunting me. I've barely touched it. And I don't really want to. So how's that for peace?