A couple of weeks ago was Halloween. I ate enough candy to make myself just a little sick. I've been enjoying chili and hot chocolate, and all sorts of awesome comfort foods. And I've been doing so guiltlessly. Because I am pregnant, so I get to do, well, just about whatever I want.
I've done the math now, I'll be about 1/2 way through my fifth month for Thanksgiving, and 1/2 way through my sixth month over Christmas. These facts are additionally awesome, because they have me firmly entrenched in my second trimester. Important because first trimester, you're exhausted and nauseous. Third trimester, you're exhausted and barely able to move for the nearly full grown child swimming around inside of you. Second trimester, quite simply offers you the greatest potential and capability for eating the greatest amount of the greatest foods.
And I TOTALLY intend to.
This might seem like I'm weirdly obsessed with food, and if that's what you're thinking, you're right. Big shocker, too. Have you forgotten how fat I got? Also, there's this other important point: Last year, I started the month of October at 170 pounds, and started January at 157. No, it's not a ton, but just the same, I lost 13 pounds over the holidays. I ran. I avoided having any empty calories around the house. I ate fine at holidays, but words like "in moderation" were really important to me. The holidays are nice, always, of course, but dieting over the holidays is one of those "like kissing your sister" situations.
So the moral of this story is, having a "viable excuse" for wickid amounts of overeating, and getting to experience your first every guilt-free holiday season is just plain incredible. If you can plan it, and you can't, so probably don't worry about trying, plan on being pregnant over the holidays. It'll freaking change your world.
P.S. I'm still weighing in around 155. The weight is climbing, but not as fast as you'd think based on this blog post. Just thought I'd clarify ;-)
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