Eating Excess Chocolate Before It’s Too Late
March 5th, 2013
One of the first things you’ll read in many of the (endless) Manuals for Expectant Parents is this bit of stern advice: Being pregnant is not an excuse to eat anything you want for nine months.
To which I reply with a hearty and heart-felt — Yeah Right.
I’m literally days away from the end of what will probably be my last pregnancy and let me tell you right now, I’m making the most of it. I had a crispy chicken sandwich from Wendy’s for lunch. With fries. And a Cadbury Cream Egg. I’ll probably have another (egg, not sandwich!) later today.
Because you know what? This may very well be the last time In My Life when I don’t have to be thinking too much about what I eat.
To be fair, I do make some dietary adjustments while I’m pregnant. I take my prenatal vitamins, reduce my caffeine intake to virtually zero, microwave my lunch meat, and steer clear of soft cheeses. But otherwise, I pretty much eat what sounds good to me.
When I got pregnant with Miss Mouse, I initially attempted to be Super Healthy Pregnant Lady. I actually had little charts created with all the various food groups and types I was supposed to be consuming each day. I bought a book on Eating Well While You’re Expecting which informed me that my child would probably be just a little bit dumb if I didn’t follow the chart. (Okay, it didn’t say that, but it implied it.)
I kept up the regimen for a few weeks…and then it just wasn’t worth it. Oreo milkshakes seemed like a much better idea and I’ll tell you what — I don’t think my daughter suffered for it.
I’m thirty-one years old which means that time is not on my side when it comes to weight watching. From here on out, just maintaining a reasonable size will become a harder and harder task. I get that. Which is why I was determined to enjoy myself this pregnancy. Sure, I know that whatever I gain will have to come off again, but I managed to lose all the weight I put on with my previous two pregnancies so I’m confident I can do it again.
Let me be clear — I haven’t lived on fast food for the past nine months. I eat my veggies and cook 85% of our dinners from scratch. But I also indulge my sweet tooth and rarely say no to seconds (or thirds) if something tastes good.
A year from now, I probably won’t have the luxury of idly munching half a bag of chocolate chips while sitting at my computer. At least not without noticeable scale-related repercussions. But for now? Excuse me while I go eat a potato chip.