So, um, yeah. I tanked at the Italian birthday bash on Wednesday. As in:
- Oh, Mama Mia, tanked.
- That’s not amore tanked.
- Arrivederci smaller jeans tanked.
The double sigh comes in when I reluctantly confess that I tanked again yesterday. I cruised through breakfast, blazed through lunch and then I received a distressing e-mail in the afternoon that sent me straight to the 50%-off Easter candy aisle at my friendly neighborhood CVS.
I blew off the gym and inhaled fistfuls of malted milk Easter eggs and jelly beans (no fat, do I get brownie points for that??).
All of this binging, and not-so-much binging, has led me to one brain-bending, earth-rockin’ conclusion: the side effects of erratic dieting are the EXACT SAME as early pregnancy!!!!
Early Signs You’ve Got a Bun in the Oven:
- exhaustion that puts your butt in bed before the sun sets
- bouts of nausea that make you look up at coworkers (because your head is laying down)
- insatiable cravings that have your husband buying you pickles in the wee hours of the night
- acne like that of a 13-year-old hormone-crazed girl
- exhaustion that has me tucking in somewhere just after Cooper and before 8:30
- bouts of nausea that have my coworkers asking, “Um, are you feeling OK?”
- insatiable cravings that have me buying a large jar of pickles on my lunch break
- acne like that of a 13-year-old hormone-crazed girl
It does. I’m not preggars.
I’m just a fatty with no willpower.
YAY!
1 comment:
I wish I had something wise to tell you, but I don't. :( Hang in there, though! You're doing great! Just think about how far you've already come!!
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