One evening last week I was looking for a quick dinner (Kevin was gone for the night) and settled on a nice big bowl of Honey Smacks. You probably won’t believe me, but I really don’t buy sugar cereal very often. This one night, though, Honey Smacks sounded particularly good to me. So, I indulged myself.
Don’t ask me why but, as I was eating my dinner, I took the opportunity to simultaneously read a book on pregnancy. The chapter I happened to be on was about maintaining a proper pregnancy diet. As I chomped on my Honey Smacks, I read this sentence: “Every time you take a bite of food, ask yourself ‘Is this the best possible thing I could be eating to benefit my baby?’”
At that instant, guilt settled upon my soul.
I then had a flashback, remembering my mom telling me once, after I received a particularly good grade in law school: “I ate an egg every day I was pregnant with you. I wonder if that’s why you’re so smart.”
Guilt continued to engulf me.
To remedy my terrible, horrible, completely unacceptable eating habits, last night I went grocery shopping, determined to buy only healthful items. I turned a blind eye to all of the beautiful cookies and ice creams on all of the shelves and, instead, loaded up my cart with a myriad of fruits, nuts, vegetables, and whole-grain items. I even bought bran muffins. I hate bran muffins.
This morning Kevin and I carpooled to work and ate bran muffins for breakfast in the car.
“What do you think of this bran muffin?” I asked Kevin.
“It’s good,” he replied. “Don’t you like it?”
“All I’m going to say is that someday this child of ours had better appreciate it!”
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Once again, so glad that I can never be pregnant. :)
My mother went with peanut butter and pickles. Look how I turned out. Be very, very careful.
Hilarious!
You tell such great stories.
I actually had the opposite problem when I was expecting D1. DOB's family eats 100% ultra-healthy. They eat beans *every single day.* Sometimes twice a day. So I was trying to cook and eat that way, as a good new bride, and I just couldn't stomach it all (even though I eat very healthy normally anyways). Things started to look up a few months in when my sister-in-law found some (more or less) healthy chips and salsa. Finally, something that tasted good! (And I finally started to gain weight, instead of losing it.)
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