My cravings for hot foods just keep getting more intense. However, the good thing is, I’ve rediscovered Atomic Fireballs, the cinnamon candy from my youth that used to take me an hour to eat because I had to have a glass of ice water to rinse my tongue every few seconds. Now of course, I’ve practically burned off all my tastebuds with my fiery pregnancy food choices, so a Fireball only takes me 10 minutes to eat, but what else dessert lasts you a quarter of an hour for less than 50 calories? I think I’m on to something here…
Considering during my first pregnancy I gained upwards of 55 pounds, I’m thinking it’s a good thing I’m going lite when it comes to sweets. Whereas last time homemade s’mores were my best friend, this time around I’m trying hard to be a little more careful with my calories. I just keep remembering the final weigh in, when the doctor’s scale settled at 183 lbs — as in, I was a mere 17 pounds away from being a double deucer! I’ll never forget Grey’s response: “Holy shit! That was my college playing weight!” Yeah, thanks. I think I prayed for a bus to fall out of the sky and land on his head at that point.
It’s funny though, I feel like being pregnant is the only thing that can get me to amend my evil ways with eating. As much as I talk about my crazy hog longings, I really do try to be healthy when I’m pregnant. I mean, the last thing I want is my little turkey to pop out this November with a half-eaten Five Guys burger in his hand. Plus, now that Ollie is so aware, it’s getting a bit impractical for me to sit down and stuff my face with a sleeve of Oreos; he’d want to do it too and who wants to pass those kind of bad habits on to their kids!?
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