I had McDonald's for dinner because starting tomorrow, I am ALL HEALTHY ALL THE TIME.
One of the many crap-fest things about trying to get pregnant the not-old-fashioned way is that I haven't been able to keep up my regular exercise routine. At all.
I've also been stressed and grumpy for six months, which is the worst possible combination for an emotional eater, which I am. In a big way.
So now my super-loose jeans are starting to be my fit-just-right jeans, which sucks. I worked pretty darn hard to get them to be super-loose jeans, and it's frustrating to have to do it all again.
But I'm going to. Dammit.
Starting now, I'll be taking the next couple months off from trying to get pregnant. All the energy I've been funneling that direction, I will instead be funneling into getting healthy again. Emotionally and physically.
I'll also be finding a new doctor, this time a fertility specialist. I'm meeting with one in the morning, in fact.
So here's the plan: I will be exercising one hour a day, five times a week. Six if I can manage it. And I will not be putting one bad-for-me thing in my mouth for the next two months. Period. Because I am an abstainer, not a moderator. So if I'm doing it, I have to do it 100%.
Except for my birthday, which is coming up.
On that day, I'll let myself have one "bad" thing. Just one. At the moment, I'm leaning toward a huge diet coke from McD's. But it could also be a cupcake.
I'm not yet ready to commit.