Oh gravy, I would like to vomit.
I feel sick for not eating, and then I eat, and then I feel sick for eating. It is a generally unpleasant experience.
Yesterday was Easter, and I'd like to take umbrage with how many holidays or "food events" take place at the very very end of a month, forcing me to have crap-tastic weigh-ins on the first of every month. It sure feels like a lot. Like, an unfairly large amount.
Or maybe I'm making up excuses. Because today I'm 139, which is a pound gain in the past couple of weeks, and if I gain at that pace during the first trimester, I'll be back up to giant and terrifying numbers in no time.
Which is why I assume it's probably the calendar's fault.
Every day I've been feeling a little extra wretched, which is great. Because apparently, it's a Very Good Sign. In the mean time, I'm still trying to find the food that makes the nausea less wretched. If I find something, I'll be sure to let you now.
Happy April Fools Day, folks! I was planning to tell you I was pregnant but... ya know. Redbox just sent us a joke about selling lunch meats through their machines so that people can get snacks with their movies... oh Redbox. You so crazy.
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The only thing that goes down easy for me has been carbs topped with carbs. Then 30 minutes later I feel worse than nauseous. And this after having eaten a low carb diet for months! Blegh.
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