Lately, during the same week of every month, my brain tells my body to BAKE
My thighs says "No"
But my brain says, "cookies"
My (fem)gut says, "stop"
But my brain says, "cupcakes"
My arm jiggle says, "please don't"
But my brain says, "lemon bars"
My chin(s) say, "ruh-row"
because today, well, today my brain said...
MAGICAL S'MORES
and my body listened.
The yin of crispy sweet coconut, to the yang of melty toasty marshmallow
and then my brain said this
Twice.
14 hours ago
4 comments:
I am at that week of the month right now. It's HELL. HELLLLLL!!
Looks delicious. Everyday, I resist the urge to bake, but I do melt a little butter, add sugar and chocolate and eat a really thick version of chocolate milk. Zoe asks for it now. Not good. Not good at all!
E, pregnant people do the weirdest stuff. You are proof of that.
I actually learned that trick in high school, years and years before I got knocked up. I just feel justified snacking like that now that I'm supposed to gain weight.
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