Before pregnancy, I wouldn't dare eat a biscuit from McDonald's or any other drive-thru. Very rarely would I feast on doughnuts. I would never, ever be able to down an entire meal complete with salad, breadsticks, and pasta from Georgio's nor would I sit and eat an half a pizza in one sitting (well, maybe if that sitting was a lazy Saturday and it was breakfast/lunch/dinner). Certainly, french fries would not be a common veggie on my plate. I am shocked that my ass still fits on the sofa.
So I know I shouldn't worry...if I was gaining too much weight the doctor would tell me. Many people so sweetly note that I don't really look "that" pregnant (and I guess that means huge and massive for 6 months in). However, I feel my face getting rounder by the minute (yes, I can actually feel my chubby cheeks puffing out). My breasts are enlarge to a point that I wonder if they'll ever be normal again. And my thighs are starting to rub together.
I'd go out for a walk, but every time I get to the front of the neighborhood, I can barely breathe. This extra 20+ lbs has made it difficult to breathe, walk, exercise, function. I feel like I am a walking bowl of lard.
And yet, I can't help myself.
It is not long after I complete gorging myself that I desire something more. It's like, there isn't enough food in the world. AND IT'S GROSS.
Just plain gross.
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But you're pregnant....
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::runs & hides::