Sunday, July 10, 2011

Binge Weekend and The Chicken Test

Pregnancy eating is weird.  For one thing, I now adore bacon.  I realize that this isn't huge to the 99.9% of the world out there that normally loves bacon, but I despise bacon and have since I was a child.  And now I can happily eat it for my only food at a meal (I don't, of course, because I'd like to be able to get through doors, but really).  For another, my craving for sweets (always a bête noir for me) has mostly subsided.

I say mostly because it hit with a vengeance yesterday.  All I could think about was getting a chocolate chip cookie cake and eating it all.  Finally, I cracked, drove to Winn-Dixie, spent $9.75 on a premade one, and proceeded to eat until I was sick (I also drank a quarter gallon of milk).  Then I went to sleep with it still on the kitchen counter, with the result that I ate more of it this morning.  There was about a third left when I came to my senses and threw it to the chickens.  So I ate about 3K worth of totally empty calories, gave myself a stomachache, and wasted money all at once.  Pretty much the definition of a binge.

To add insult to injury, I'm not sure the cake is going to pass the chicken test.  I have a rule that I never eat anything sweet that the chickens reject.  Basically, if  the chickens won't eat it in a day (or refuse to eat it at all) it's not really food.  Chickens will eat anything and they love sweet things; anything they reject is serious frankenfood.  They were pretty unenthusiastic about it this morning; I plan to go check again after I write this, but I am not hopeful.  So far, the only things to fail the chicken test are store-bought cotton candy and Target brand licorice, so it's a pretty low bar.  Next time I need a better plan for when sugar cravings strike; I'd gotten out of the habit of resisting them and it shows.


  1. All I can say is this type of insanity is temporary. It really does feel like an alien has taken over your body. With my first, I wanted mcdonald's french fries (and I never ever ate them or ordered them if I went there).

    With my second child, I was a little more lax and not as anal with what I put in my body and I gained the same amount of weight at almost the exact same intervals. It was scary. It made me realize that I had no control of what my body was doing.

  2. Gosh, I do that now and I'm not pregnant! Must be that peri-menupause thingy...Yep, I'll blame it on that.

    I LOVE bacon, but have found that if I microwave it on some paper towels, there's alot less grease.

  3. Oh boy... I remember the days... lol! Glad I'm not there now! ;)

    Really when you're pregnant, you're not totally in your right mind when it comes to food... lol! It'll all subside soon enough, hang in there!!

  4. When Mrs. 101 was pregnant with our first, we ate lots of burgers, fries and pizza. I say "we" because it's bad manners to let your spouse eat alone :-)