Voglia!

I can’t stop eating cheese. Just can’t stop. And in the office this afternoon, from about 5 o’clock onwards I couldn’t concentrate on anything as I couldn’t get thoughts of ricotta and spinach tortelloni out of my head. And lasagna. And cannelloni. And it really was a need – like a “if I don’t get to eat a bowl of pasta in the next 5 minutes, I might just throw up” need…. So, in the absence of a hot, steamy bowl of creamy pasta with cheese (mmmmmm….), I raided the vending machine at work for the next thing on the list – Fonzies. These are basically like cheesy watsits – very cheesy, very salty, fried corn chips. Not one pack but THREE! So much for trying to be as healthy as possible…. The problem is that I feel nauseated at the thought of anything else, and I guess that eating something is better than eating nothing so I’m kind of going with it at the moment. I was healthy before my pregnancy and just as soon as the sicky-hungry-cravy-sicky period is out of the way, I absolutely promise that I will get right back on track. Until then, I’m just going to try and listen to my body and take my cues from it. It’s weird, also because I can’t bear to not be in control (of everything!), especially when it comes to health issues. I think that this is an opportunity for me to learn that I can’t always have a perfect grip on every situation, and what better teacher than my very own body….