Eat whatever you want.
You are eating for two!
Come on try it, for the baby.
These are phrases that I have constantly been hearing, and honestly,
have been looking forward to. For
once I don’t need to worry about putting on a few extra pounds. It is expected right? So I have had ice cream a little more
often then I ever had in my life.
I am ordering sandwiches at lunch instead of always getting the light
salads. I mean, I’m already giving
up alcohol, sushi, deli meat and caffeine… I deserve to have some dessert. Well, apparently not.
After this last visit to the dr. office, I might be the
first ever pregnant lady that is put on a diet. Really? I feel
like I should have had to do things much more extreme than I am to have a diet
be in order. Like mac and cheese
for breakfast, burger with fries and milk shake for lunch and fried chicken
smothered in gravy for dinner every night. But no – even with all the healthy things I am eating, the
lack of exercise and some poor food choices I’ve made have lead to the need to
count calories the week of thanksgiving no less. I need to be at the same weight I am now on my next visit to
be back on the healthy weight track.
I don’t think I can handle another visit with a Dr. looking at the
weight on my chart and criticizing my size. I can tell you, it doesn’t really instill you with confidence.

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