As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, my weight gain during this pregnancy has been… a bit above the recommended amount. While there are probably a number of factors that have contributed to that — including the fact that I had no morning sickness whatsoever during the first trimester — I can’t really deny that my attitude has been a part of it.
The following is a rough illustration of how I’ve approached nutrition throughout the pregnancy:
- 1st Trimester – “I should snack on some nice vegetables. Gotta stay healthy!”
- 2nd Trimester – “Meh, it’s not really that important, I’ll just eat whatever.”
- 3rd Trimester – “TOUCH MY ICE CREAM AND I WILL BITE YOUR ARMS OFF.”
Yes, unfortunately in recent weeks my weakness has been ice cream, the richest, fattiest, unhealthiest substance known to mankind. The specific variety is usually something along the following lines:
So yeah… not just any plain old ice cream, but chocolate fudge ice cream with chunks of brownie in it. Quite possibly the most decadent variety of ice cream ever.
…Or is it? I was looking at the packaging the other day and noticed something interesting:
Apparently it’s so full of creative non-traditional ingredients that they can’t even legally call it “ice cream” anymore. It’s a frozen dairy dessert. (There’s an article here that explains some of the FDA requirements needed for a product to actually be called ice cream — who knew?)
On the plus side, at least I can truthfully say that I didn’t polish off that entire tub of Breyer’s chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, because apparently there’s no such thing. (Yay for denial and contrived self-serving logic!)