I'm think I'm becoming a cow.
and not just because I'm getting big like one, but because all I ever do every day is eat salad.
I bought a prepacked one from the deli the other day and my techs proceeded to tell me that it looks like a bunch of weeds picked from the ground. Only this one comes topped with chicken and cheese and tomatoes and carrots (which I picked out) and olives (I picked these out too) and blue cheese (which I tried to pick out but wasn't too successful at) and dressing. not too bad for weeds. It fed me for 4 meals over 2 days.
and you should've seen the sweater I wore to work yesterday. There were these 6 or 8 pom poms conveniently located on the belly, that my tech said looked like the nipples on a cow.
and in a matter of a few months, I'll be milked like a cow too.
oh the joys.
this gestational diabetes thing is becoming more normal for me now. I've pretty much eaten the same sorts of things for the last few weeks because they seem to work. but the exercising thing is a little hard when I'm working, but somehow I make do. so, if you were to ever walk by the pharmacy when I'm there, you might see me doing a mini Jazzercize session to Christmas music, looking like a fool. at least it gives my techs a good laugh.
and get this. a customer of ours gives us Christmas treats every year and this year she outdid herself. we got a tin of popcorn (the one with butter, cheese and caramel), two boxes of toffee and caramel popcorn, a big jar of candy (chocolate, peppermints, lollipops), a 1-lb box of See's Candy, a tin of 3 different homemade breads, and a bag of kettle corn. so while every one of my staff gets to indulge in all of it, I just get to look and resist. no fair, if you ask me. but so far, I've resisted. trust me, I've wanted to have just one piece of chocolate, but I know one piece can lead to 5 more.
i'll just have to stick to my weeds and water.