See, I knew there was going to be a problem with cutting back on my coke consumption. And that problem is that I HAVE A PROBLEM.
A sugar problem.
The captain and I decided that today was going to be pizza day. Monday was apparently National Pizza Day and we missed it, so we went to our favorite pizza joint for lunch. I HAVE to drink Coke with pizza. That is just a thing. A common decency thing. So I planned all week to drink my one weekly coke today.
And I did. I had it with my bad for me slice of cheese dipped in ranch dressing. The problem is that today I’ve also had a donut and a piece of cake.
I’m pretty sure that if I DO have GD right now then I should probably drop dead in about an hour. If you never hear from me again, this is why.
Ugh. Y’all. I AM DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF. That’s probably a strong word, but disappointed for sure if not disgusted. Before I got pregnant I had gotten SO GOOD about controlling myself. Hell-I spent a whole year and a half retraining my mind and body. And then it was like all bets were off. I’m not BLAMING the baby, persay. But I’m blaming the baby. This is all her fault.
Also, isn’t craving sugar a symptom of GD? Because my God, I crave it. I did really, REALLY good by not eating any of those cupcakes I made yesterday. Not a one. I did have just a taste of the frosting to make sure it was right, but I’d say less than a teaspoon. But today, all bets were off. Today is the day of the sugar.
And yesterday my weight was up 11 pounds from pre-pregnancy. For a fluffy girl I feel like that’s too much for 21 weeks. If I weren’t pregnant right now I’d just make plans to hop on the elliptical tonight and go to town, but I think a 180+ heart rate is probably against doctors orders. But really, that’s what my mind says to do: “You made a mistake-now fix it.” But I guess the only fixing it I can really do at this point is to try not to make that mistake again, right?