People, I keep enlarging. Current cravings include Haribo gummy frogs, peanut M & M's, smoked almonds and 7-Up. In moderation, these are not terrible items. But "craving" and "reasonable serving size" are not like words. My approach is more "how many can I cram into my mouth at once" than "delicate handful." (As an aside, I would like express my desire to meet, shake the hand of, and steal the pregnancy brain of all women who claim to crave oranges, ice chips and celery.)Although I know cravings happen, and that even without them, I'm supposed to enlarge, it's hard watching my face balloon to study-abroad-in-Ireland proportions. And I'm only half-way. What, alas, will my July face look like?
Keeping up with a steady exercise regime is becoming more difficult. Craft-show prep has me up late and the 4:30 a.m. alarm comes earlier and earlier every day. Watching the LTF triathlon club train on treadmills while I labor away on the elliptical twinges at my heart. (Runs are plagued by an ever-present need to pee.) And then there are the damn sweet-nothings whispered by Mr. M & M.
Why share this with my blog audience? Because sharing insecurities helps heal the heart, and will hopefully motivate me to stop hitting snooze.
