Oh the food!

I can't seem to crave healthy things...I wonder if, in the history of woman, has any pregnant woman ever craved something that was actually healthy for her body??

First it was these:

Last night it was this:

D refused to take me to KFC or Popeyes or let me fry the "healthy" skinless, boneless chicken breasts I had in the fridge. So I made a healthy meal of baked chicken and lots of veggies. And I was bitter. I wanted fried chicken.

D then wondered what was in the house that could be dessert. We don't really have many snacky things (for good reason) but I suddenly got the urge to make some good ol' Jello brand pudding and some regular Rasberry flavored Jello. This was fine, however neither would be ready for at least an hour or for the Jello, overnight. D suggested going to Chili's to get dessert. I suddenly found my way out of the pajamas I'd been in ALL day.

We arrive at Chili's and grab a table in the bar area (you get served quicker there, if you didn't know). Waiter arrives and I order water and their new Chocolate chip version of this:

But I can't stop looking at these:

So I sweetly suggest to D that we share the Lava Cake (yes, I was going to eat it all by myself) and get some Burger Bites as well. PLEEAASSEE!!! I got the look of complete disbelief but the okay to order them. Our waiter returns and after a little confusion on the order in which to bring the Burger Bites and Lava Cake, he goes to put in our food order.

This would have been the end of it, but no. The Burger Bites came and I ate one and then realized if I ate my second I would be a little more full than I wanted to be to enjoy my portion of the Lava Cake to the fullest. So I again, sweetly, look at D and offer him a third Burger Bite. Again the look of disbelief. I explain my dilema and stress how delicious that one Burger Bite was...he's going to be a great parent because I got the age old "Take one bite of the your second one and then I'll eat it." So I did and the Lava Cake came and I was in heaven. 0:-)

Now I could end my junk food confessional here but I think I should finish off with today...

After enjoying a bowl of Jello vanilla pudding for breakfast and thinking that nothing tasted better for breakfast, my friend and neighbor called me to see if I'd like a fresh blueberry muffin. How could I turn her down? Then I scooted over to another friend's house to watch her little girl for a bit.

While babysitting I decided that I wanted steak for dinner. Steak and potatoes. Not so bad. We needed the steak so I head off to the grocery store and on the way I knew I'd be passing Popeyes. I promised myself I'd fight all temptation and not stop. I did well on the way to the grocery store. I ended up spending a lot more than I planned but I was hungry and that's what happens. On the way home from the grocery store I started to get very, very hungry and what I wanted was that fried chicken I didn't get last night. With no one to stop me, I drove into the drive thru and ordered. I couldn't even wait to get home. Literally. The smell was too much and I dug right in. I stopped long enough to drive through the gate so the guards didn't think I was a complete pig (I'm sure they've seen worse) but made it 6 ft and I was eating up fries and the biscuit. It was delicious, I don't care what anyone else thinks.

My plan was to destroy the evidence and the trash aided in the fact that it was full and needed to go out anyway. I, however, continued drinking my Sprite knowing I had a couple more hours before D came home. I forgot about that Sprite in the clearly labeled Popeyes cup when I decided to be social with my neighbors and D came home before I was back home. It took less than a minute of being in the house together for him to say something about me getting my fried chicken after all.

He just doesn't understand.