Into Every Pregger's Life, a Little Fat Must Fall..

So Friday was a good day. I kept tracking everything in my babyfit tracker and made a slimmed down "Loaded Baked Potato" soup for dinner with wheat baguettes. It was a recipe from kraftfoods.com that is really simple and yummy that I made some substitutions to. Instead of full fat cheddar and sour cream, I used reduced fat and 2%. Instead of regular bacon cooked in a skillet, I used Bacos. Overall, it was good, but next time I would definitely use turkey bacon instead of the Bacos. They really weren't that great and the preggo after-burps were just awful. Funky..soy...weird...yuckness.

Now yesterday on the other hand... *insert maniacal laughter here* I fell off the wagon. Why no pouting or sadness? Because it was GOOD. It was just what I was wanting so bad and it friggin' rocked. Oh sure, there was a modicum of guilt but overall, I figure it's a deep craving satisfied and today I'm back on the healthy-horse. Here lately I have been wanting comfort foods. Things that are warm and satisfying. So the other day the craving hit for down-home fat-laden Paula Deen approved Southern food. I wanted Chicken Fried Steak covered in cream pepper gravy with mashed potatoes and rolls with butter. I wanted this more than I can express with words. I can only suppress cravings like this for so long so last night we decided to go out to Bed Bath and Beyond for some home necessities and I suggested we hit the Barbeque place down the road. It was heaven. I ordered a big bad Chicken Fried Steak, garlic Mashed potatoes (both covered in cream gravy), green beans with bacon, and of course...they have a little warmer full of yeast rolls and butter. This is almost pregnant porn, people. It. Was. Worth. It.

We walked around (aka fought with the kids) throughout BB&B so I figured maybe I burned a few calories (especially the fought with the kids part. Mental note to self: never bring a bunch of young boys to a place like BB&B...it's just suicide). But then on the way home, we passed a Ben and Jerry's scoop shop. Now we have been on the hunt for their new limited time flavor "Schweddy Balls" since we heard of it's creation. That SNL skit was always one of our favorites and to have an ice cream paying homage to it was, to us, uber awesome. And then the flavor! Little rum balls peppering ice cream? Sounds great, sign me up! This flavor has been crazy-hard to find thanks to the prude-moms-of-america being offended by it's name. I won't go into this...it honestly chaps my behind and I could fill an entire blog post about this unfair persecution of Pete Schweddy and his amazing holiday balls. But I won't. What I will say, however, is that they had the pints in stock, and Jason and I enjoyed it last night...and it was amazing. Those little rum balls tasted like real chocolately rummy confections. Excellent way to end the evening and made my pregnant heart happy.

But did I enter that evening in the babyfit tracker? Hell no. And I'm pretty sure Paula Deen would smile and say "You go, girl...that baby needs some butter, yall!"