Where Did I Go?
Monday, February 24, 2014 4:39 AM
So, everyone I see is like "Oh Ally-Boo where is your blog, oh I miss it so, I can't sleep at night not being able to read the latest fad diet your going to try and fail at!" FEAR NOT! I am here....with a deep dark confession. I'm 9 weeks and 5 days pregnant. (Shhh, facebook doesn't know yet, so am I really even pregnant?)
I knew in Jamaica, so I was 'pretending' to the outside world to have pina coladas and what not, but was really partying it up pool side with kiddie cocktails and could always be found clutching a cup of water or sprite. Things get real serious, real fast when I'm growin a child the size of an olive (currently) inside me. I'm nauseous, all day, all night from week 7-12. Now, some of you might not want to hear 9 months (actually 10) of some fat ladies diaries, so stop reading.
But, it's going to be a challenge def to keep up my activities and working out. These past weeks I've done just about nothing and haven't been to my classes in 2 weeks. Really, who wants to jump around, lift and sweat while you feel like every second you could upchuck? Not I. So, I am hoping this too shall pass. My pants are already tight, due to lack of exercise and excessive 24/7 eating to keep my sickies relaxed. (btw I dislike that word nausea)
Weeks 7 & 8 were the worst. I only ate crab rangoons, breadsticks, carbs, floured nachos from Bro's 3, sour fruit, and MADE myself eat a few veggies and dip. Not my finest moments. The lady at #1 saw me 3 or 4 times in 2 weeks, the fourth time she saw me, I swear her eyes got big and I think she really wanted to ask me if everything was ok.
Week 9, I decided that I need to get it together and start to fuel my body better, because actually sometimes after eating those foods, I felt sicker. So last week I started to eat way more fruit, portions, and didn't eat any of the list I mentioned in the beginning of the paragraph. But I'm still kinda on the "(single) wing it" notion of eat what I feel like, when I feel like it. Because most foods do still gross me out. I think I'll be ready to go into a grocery store today. Otherwise I have other people make my food. My poor child at home, living on mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, stuffing, & chinese. (sorry nana) I bet all she really wants is a nice juicy hot dog and the thought of meat, eeewww. Especially mystery meat. Gag.
So, there you have it folks. The Diary of Fat Kid. End Scene.