Food and a weekend update stuff food plan for the week
( Read more... )Taking a look at my food plan, I feel like it's pretty kick ass. I'm sticking my tongue out at my mom right now. Man oh man.
So...yesterday, I got the full body grope down by my mom. She determined that I am not big enough for her liking. Now TRUST, I have already put on a fair amount of weight, but the thing is, I have a long torso, and while my previously tiny waist has gotten much thicker, I'm not obviously showing yet, and depending on what I wear (I dress to hide it), it's not completely clear how much weight I've gained. So anyways, no one can say I'm not eating enough, because I've already gained about ten pounds. I mean, it goes up and down abit, but an average of ten already, so honestly, I'm a bit ahead of where I should be. Obviously I was completely mortified about the grope down, and it made me more self conscious than ever. I mean it's bad enough without that. She told me I wasn't heavy enough, and then she yelled at me for not eating enough, yelled at me for not wanting to eat sweets, and the whole nine yards. Ugh. See the thing is, she has a sweet tooth, but if anything, I have a salty or a fatty tooth. I'd pick burgers, pizza, cheese, fried chicken or nachos over cookies, brownies, ice cream, or anything like that, so she thinks I'm nuts and that I'm over dieting. So annoying. Then she yelled at me about how she thinks I eat too many eggs and how she thinks I shouldn't eat soy products. It was fucking endless. Then she food pushed me to eat all this food, and then I felt woefully uncomfortable like I tend to now if I overeat. I get indigestion like it's my job because I have something inside me that's the size of an avocado and because my uterus has like tripled in size and because there's not much room in there. This of course made her yell at me more. She told me the shower would be however she wanted...Turns out she didn't have one because she lived away from her fam at the time...hmmmmm....then she yelled at me about how she wants to pick the baby furniture out and how this and how that...
I'm telling you, if I had a few glasses of wine in me (like everyone else did), I might have been in a good enough mood to tolerate this onslaught....alas....
Anyhoooo...I have a total case of pregnancy brain. It's like ADD^2. I can't keep my mind on task to save my life. I have become completely reliant upon lists to help me get things done, and the already boring meetings that I have to attend have become completely impossible for me to pretend to focus on. GAH!
I dont' remember what I did on Friday. This probably means we hung out. I cleaned the whole house, and it is friggin' spotless. On Saturday, we slept in. That was cool. Mike, who we almost never see came over, and that was cool. We hung out all day, and then we went out for burgers. YUM! On Sunday, D made me breakfast, and he got me a card and an orchid, which was very sweet. Then we went to dinner, which aside from the incessant nagging and groping, was very delicious and pleasant.
And yes, I've done my toning band exercises. Yay! Errr....that's pretty much it. Woo hoo!