My best diet tips

I've donned my labcoat and crunched the numbers. It seems that most people hope I'm wrong, which is hardly a surprise.



In news that shocked me (in a happy way), people other than our immediate family apparently want to know! I feel so special.

I basically can't even think about our sonogram on Tuesday because the anticipation is so out of control that I'll then become even more useless than I already am.

I had a really exciting and crazy day, but unfortunately I can't share any of that on the internet. But I did try a buffalo burger for the first time (Eric's dinner choice).

Trying to show the burger - it looks like every burger I've ever seen.

See that broccoli? It's part of this new thing I'm doing, called "let's try not to give birth at 200 lbs". So far, I haven't really been following that plan. I usually eat fairly healthy meals (not the ones shown on here, because they're boring) but also lots of dessert. Like, take what you think is a lot, then double it. Now double that.

I intended to start yesterday. But then, I had a panic attack at the realization that I wouldn't eat another Reese's egg, Cadbury egg, or peep for an entire YEAR. I was also starving. I woke up around 9 (it was the last day of spring break). Then I couldn't eat because literally everything except for cottage cheese and hardboiled eggs sounded repulsive, but I was too lazy to go to the store to get them. So it was like 2pm by the time I bought them and then the hunger was affecting my decision making so I went to Target and bought all the discount candy I could carry (some of it was for Eric, in my defense) and binged on it, but waaaaay later that night after I had my cottage cheese and eggs.

Cool story, bro.

My BFF Carolyn is a fellow pregger and she suggested this radical idea of eating fruit after dinner (I will not call it dessert). I tried it.

It wasn't the worst thing ever. I could theoretically stick with it a few days a week, especially if the internet holds me accountable.

Also, the universe wanted me to stop being a fatty.

My twitter name is as creative as my instagram name

It all started when I got on the scale on Friday. This is always, always a bad decision unless you've just recovered from stomach flu.

Even worse, I looked at a stupid babycenter message board titled "how much weight did you gain at 18 weeks?". I learned long before I was pregnant that babycenter is THE WORST, but sometimes it still sucks me in. I should know better, especially since most posts have like a 30% chance of referring to the "babby".

I'd really like to hop off the Jessica Simpson train, although I did have a burger on a huge, gluten filled white bun (and did you see all that salt on top? amazing), so I'm not going to extreme measures.

Now let's all admire a bump selfie and shower me with compliments. Kidding. Seriously, don't.

I'm not arching my back, my whootie just gives that illusion

Trust me, this guy compliments me more than all the blog readers in the world ever could.

Here's an unrelated question: what's the protocol on responding to blog comments on blogger? If I respond, the person doesn't get a notification that I responded. But I don't want to look like a jerk and ignore them either. I got a comment yesterday from anonymous that made my day, it was about how I'm approaching pregnancy in a non - Pinterest way, the highest compliment I could ever receive. So ....thoughts? Should I respond in the comments, in a post, not at all?

 

Most ridiculous diet tip you've ever heard: and go. I was once told not to drink cold water if I wanted to lose weight (which, incidentally, I didn't at the time).