First the good story:
Michael and I went to Chili's last night for dinner. As soon as I saw the pictures on the 1 appetizer, 2 entrees, and dessert for $20 menu, I knew that's what I wanted. We got the queso, both got the chicken tender tacos, and for dessert the chocolate chip molten cake with ice cream on top. I almost felt like I needed to explain to the waitress that I'm pregnant and it is ok for me to eat this much so I didn't feel like such a piggy.
It was all very delicious, but that isn't even the best part. This morning when I weighed myself, I was down 0.4 pounds. With all this eating I'm doing it is shocking I'm not gaining, but actually losing.
Michael and I have also decided we're in a weight gaining contest. I'm looking at gaining about 30 pounds over the next nine months, Michael is looking to gain 40. I think I have a good shot at winning.
Now the bad story:
This morning I stopped at the grocery store on the way to work to get lunches and some breakfast stuff for the rest of the week. I know I need to drink more milk so I got two of those individual serving bottles of low fat milk with an expiration date that seemed fine. Halfway to work I realized I was really hungry and needed to at least get something in my system. I opened the bottle of milk and as I put the bottle to my mouth there was a strange smell, but I was already in motion to drink and got a little on my tongue.
That is how I found out that I did NOT get low fat milk, but instead two bottles of low fat butter milk!
Gross!!!!
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