Sometimes I feel like Cathy the comic may be based on my life. In which case I feel that I'm owed lots and lots of royalties. But really, constantly on a diet and yet eating chocolate while strolling on a treadmill isn't likely to give a lady the results she's searching for. However, that's pretty much my diet regimen (not really. I don't have a treadmill, so it's just me eating truffles on my couch wondering why I'm not thin yet).
I keep hearing "you're pregnant! You don't need to worry about dieting! Eat what you want!". Unfortunately, that's not really how it works. You see, since I'm already a Fatty McFatterson I'm not supposed to gain more than 15 pounds. My mother gained 60 with me and I was only 7 lbs 11 oz (7/11 in the hizzay!). So... hopefully I don't take after her.
My morning sickness has pretty much receded entirely now, which is lovely. There's random moments of queasiness, but no heaving. YAY!!
What I'm trying to say is... I ate 5 hard shell tacos from Taco Hell last night. And cinnamon twists. Sure I've been eating Smart Ones for lunch and bananas out the wazoo, but that doesn't mean I can toss tacos down my gullet like it's my job. As much as I'd like too. My mouth is watering just thinking about tacos.
I went to my first baby doctor appoint this past Monday and I've actually lost some weight since my previous doctor's appointment before I knew I was pregnant. So that's good. There were several weeks when I had no interest in food, or when I did have an interest I'd just hurl- so that's a big reason why I've lost weight. I'm just concerned now that the morning sickness and food aversions are gone I'm going to go crazy.
By crazy, I mean eating every night like I did last night.
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