October 19, 2009

• I just threw away two-thirds of a cupcake...at almost 21 weeks pregnant.

  I'm either the luckiest or craziest pregnant woman alive.

  Many pregnant women crave Big Macs or Whoppers. They gorge themselves on ice cream or chocolate.

  But not me.

  I crave apples and bananas. I can't even stand to smell fast food. Every once in a while I'll have half a taco from Taco Bell, but even that is tough. It's like all the oil and grease just forms a great big wall between me and the french fries. My sister made cupcakes at my house a couple days ago, and I knew I wouldn't want many so I made her take them all but a few home with her. This morning after my breakfast (whole-wheat waffle with peanut butter) I tried to eat one of the cupcakes. I made it through about two bites. And then I THREW IT AWAY. Anyone who knows me knows that I do not take cupcakes lightly. I love to buy cute cake mixes, I love to bake them, I love to ice them in cute ways, I make my own home-made icing, and I LOVE to eat them. But while trying to eat that cupcake, I just didn't like anything about it--the taste, the texture, nothing. And the whole time the thought is going through my head, "What is this doing for the baby? Should I keep eating this? How is this going to help her? This has no nutritional value, it will just make me fat." And I quickly talked myself out of eating it at all. That happens every time I try to eat junk.

  So I threw it away and I don't regret it. To get my sweet snack, I'm going to have an apple.

  Here's another example. Jeremy brought some Cold Stone ice cream home for me. I haven't had Cold Stone in forever, we are usually strictly Maestro's Gelato people. But while at University mall, he got me my favorite Cold Stone. It's the All Lovin' No Oven: Cake Batter Ice Cream, Cookie Dough, Whipped Cream, and replacing the Fudge with Oreos. YUM.

  So I started eating it, and made it through about five bites before I had talked myself out of it. And it was the largest, Gotta-Have-It size. So now it's sitting in my freezer. And it will probably last weeks. It's been in there two days and I haven't even pulled it out to have a few bites. Normally, it would be gone by now.

  Halloween is my favorite time of year for candy. I watch the grocery stores carefully for the first signs of candy corn in September. This year, Jeremy went to the store for the sole reason of finding me a bag of candy corn. Normally a bag would last a week, two at most. It lasted A MONTH. Those sugary little bites were still pretty tasty, but I felt guilty eating more than a few at a time. When the candy corn was all gone, I got a bag of Candy (Mellocreme) Pumpkins. I've had this bag about three weeks. Guess how many I've eaten?

  THREE.

  Three!? It's just absurd. I don't even like the way they taste enough to finish the bag. I'm throwing it away after I finish this post. During an average Halloween season, I buy about 6 bags of the orange, yellow, and white goodness and cute little pumpkin pieces. But this year, I'll be spending my money on fresh produce. I've gone through a huge Sam's bag of apples in a little over a week, and several sets of bananas. Usually apples get stale and mushy in my fridge after being ignored for months. Now I can't keep it stocked!

  So maybe this is why I'm still steadily LOSING weight while pregnant? I suppose a drastic change in eating habits will do that. My baby is growing just as she should, and weighs almost a pound, but I've lost weight the whole time. Normally I'd be working on stretch marks by now, I've started getting the babycenter emails about them, but I think because I'm losing weight as fast as my belly is growing, the skin hasn't had time to get stressed. And I'm not complaining about that either.

  I'm feeling pretty blessed, actually. I think I'll have my apple now.

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