Food, food, food...

When I became a Momma, my life became a little more sedentary. I sat to rock, sat to nurse, sat to hold, etc. And even though I sat a lot, I was still very tired. Always tired. So I sat a little more.

I held on to the last ten pounds of baby weight and then was pregnant again, with our second child. My pregnancy weight gain was always in the normal range. Somehow. I have no idea how, actually, because pregnancy gave me an excuse to eat. But even with an excuse to eat, I still hid some of it.

I remember one day late into the pregnancy---we were supposed to go to an honor banquet at our Bible school in the evening, so in the afternoon, I showered and dressed and did my hair. Then as our firstborn was napping, I got out some Starburst jelly beans. I intended to only have a handful, or two at the most. But, as my intentions seem to go, I ate far more than that. Actually, I ate the whole bag. Then I got sick.

But that's not the worst part. Rolly was coming in from work to get ready for the banquet, and my Grandmother showed up unexpectedly to give me her 50 year old china---all as I was running to the bathroom to vomit.

They stood outside the bathroom door asking me if I was alright or if I needed help. I assured them I was fine and threw up a little more.

At that point, Rolly knew I was too sick to go to the banquet. Actually, I was fine after throwing it all up, but I couldn't tell anyone that---I'd rather they think I was ill than to tell them what really happened---that I ate a whole bag of jelly beans all by myself and my body rejected that much sugar.

That's a whole lot of ugly right there!

But that's not the end of the story. Come back tomorrow for another ugly adventure of Food and Me.